Blue (Darkness Falls #3) (4 page)

Unable to face the look he was sure would be on their faces,
Blue stumbled blindly from the room and headed in search of somewhere less confusing.

“Blue!”
Noelle had followed him out, but he ignored her. “Blue! Stop!”

“I need to be alone.” Shame made him sharp, but he should have known better than to think that would stop her.

“No, you don’t.” A tiny hand slipped into his, entwining their fingers. “You need to be reminded who you are in the here and now. You need to talk about it. You need to trust me.”

“I…” He didn’t even know who this version of himself was. He stopped in the hallway, uncertain where to go. Nowhere felt like it would be the sanctuary he needed more than anything else.

“Chloe, can you give us an hour and then bring breakfast for two to my room, please.” Noelle took over, seeming to know what he needed better than he did. The sub standing behind the reception desk nodded once, flashing a concerned glance at Blue. He couldn’t believe he was letting anyone see him like this. “Come on.” He followed her up the stairs, meek and trusting. She seemed so certain and he felt so numb, like his brain was full of cotton wool.

They entered her room and she pushed the door shut behind them
, hitting the lights and drawing the curtains. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse and he swallowed. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to lose yourself in until you’re able to deal with this.” She shrugged, dragging the blouse from her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor.

“You said you weren’t ready.” He replied automatically and she nodded.

“I did. But you need this.”

“How did you know?” He reached for his own buttons, only then realising that his hands were trembling.

“Know what?” She was shimmying out of her jeans, kicking her shoes across the floor.

“That you’re the only place I feel safe.”

She blushed, the warmth radiating over her creamy skin. “Because you taught me that.” She took over removing his clothes. “Home isn’t always a building. Sometimes it’s a person or people. Sometimes there’s more sanctuary in someone familiar than there is in a
house you grew up in. Let me be that for you, Blue.” She sank to her knees, pulling his boxers as far as his knees. “Let me be your sanctuary.” Leaning forward, she took him in her mouth and the relief was almost transcendent. Unbidden, his hands curled into her luxurious hair. He wasn’t sure if it was to hold on or direct her; he just knew that she was grounding him.

Her mouth was hot and insistent, drawing away his fears as he lost himself in the feeling of her. Every curl of her tongue, every caress of her hands on his thighs, it pushed him closer and closer to the edge. When a small hand curled around his balls and gently squeezed, he almost lost it, remembering at the last moment that she didn’t let anyone come in her mouth. He jerked backwards, primal instinct taking over. Lifting her easily, he tossed her to the bed as he kicked off his trousers and pants. “Get on your hands and knees.” He growled and she laughed as she complied, her willingness to obey making his cock ache with need.
“Are you wet for me?” He demanded and she shivered.

“Yes.”

“Do you ache for me?”
In the same way that I ache for you?

“God, yes.” Her curls slipped over her shoulder as she looked back at him. “Please, Blue.”

“Please what?” He’d straightened and was distracted by the sight of her pussy, presented to him as it was. He’d forgotten how fucking beautiful she was, so neat and pink.

“Please fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He sank to his knees beside the bed. “First I want to taste you. I’ve missed your pussy, Little Monkey.” He slid his hands up the backs of soft, creamy thighs and spread her lips with his thumbs. She moaned, her legs quivering beneath his touch. “I missed you so fucking much.” He thrust his tongue into her and she cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as he took his time, reminding himself of the way she tasted as she came apart on his tongue. He’d forgotten the noises she made when she was writhing with pleasure. It wasn’t enough. He dragged her legs apart so he could reach her clit, smoothing the flat of his tongue across it in gentle circles, the way he knew drove her crazy. She was begging him now and he could feel his cock almost weeping for joy. This was how it should be; this felt so fucking right.

She shuddered when she came, her arms sliding from beneath her, her cries muffled by the sheets. He dragged her hips up as he rose to his feet and pressed his cock into her still quivering pussy. It contracted around him, like it was swallowing, and he almost came apart there and then, but he ruthlessly overrode it. He’d waited too long for this to throw it away so soon.

“Tell me I’m the only man for you.” He dragged her face up from the bed by her hair.

“Blue…” She gasped.

“Fucking tell me!” He punctuated each word with a thrust, their flesh smacking together.

“You’re the only one.” She panted, struggling to hold herself up under the onslaught. He pulled her upright, catching her around the waist.

“Tell me no-one fucks you like I do.” He whispered against her neck and she laughed, breathless.

“That’s true.” She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair. “No-one else on this earth fucks me like you do, Blue.” He scored her earlobe with his teeth, tugging it and teasing it.

“Tell me this is the first of many.” He commanded.

“First of many what?” She cried out as his hand slid down across her stomach and he began to play with her clit.

“Don’t tease me.” He growled. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I don’t!” Her back arced with pleasure. “Blue, I don’t!”

“Tell me this is the first of many times you’re going to let me fuck you.” He clarified for her. “Tell me that now you’re back in my bed, you’re going to let me fuck every hole you have, whenever I want. Tell me!”

“Blue…
I…” She stiffened and he drew his hand away, not ready to let her come just yet.

“The thought nearly tipped you over, didn’t it?” He teased, wonder slowly suffusing his body. “You want me to do this.”

“I am not some fuck toy.” She said, anger in her voice. “You don’t get to just choose and use.”

“So what did it?” He asked, releasing her to sprawl forward. “
The thought of me fucking you here again?” His fingers were glistening from playing with her pussy and he slid them between the smooth globes of her ass. “Does that turn you on, Little Monkey? Do you want my cock here?”

“I’ve never met anyone that talks dirty like you.” She snarled, unable to stop herself
shuddering with pleasure as he slipped a finger into the tight channel.

“Don’t change the fucking subject.” Her core was tightening again and he grinned, fierce with triumph. “Oh my little one, we’re going to have some fun you and I.” He leaned over her back. “Now that I know you want my cock in your ass, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it happen.”

“I don’t.” She gritted her teeth, tossing her flaming curls in his face as she turned away from him.

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Your body is telling me the truth your mouth doesn’t want to. My finger slipping and sliding in your ass is going to make you come, whether you want it to or not.” He could tell she was fighting it. “Let it go. Come for me. It’s been too long. I want to feel you come around my cock.” He thrust hard
with his hand and his cock, three more times, and she came violently, shuddering and crying out. It was enough to make him tip over the edge too and he shoved her further onto the bed, spooning her as their bodies cooled together.

“She was your Gabriel, wasn’t she?” She asked after a few minutes. “That’s how you knew how to fix me.” He sighed.

“It was a long time ago.” Reaching up, he brushed the hair from her cheek, tucking it neatly between them where he could smell its soft
, comforting fragrance. “I thought she was my guardian angel. She took me in when I had nowhere else to go.”

“How old were you?” Her fingers lightly traced the arm he’d wrapped around her.

“I was sixteen when she took me in. My mother was…is what you’d call a courtesan. I was just in the way. When I came of age, she and her patron were seeking a rich magnate with a penchant for young boys so I could continue with my mother’s way of life. Alexandra was a way out. At first it was all so innocent.” He trailed off and she snuggled in closer to him.

“What happened?”

“She gave me everything – a roof over my head, three square meals a day, clothes…she even insisted I go to college and she paid my way. I’d been with her for nearly two years before she invited me into her bed. And it was an invitation. I could have said no.”

“But you didn’t.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answered it anyway. “No. I didn’t. I was grateful to her. If she wanted servicing after all she’d done for me, it was the least I could do. She welcomed me into her bed and taught me everything there was to know about pleasing a woman. Over time our games got wilder and more depraved. It was just a natural progression, or so it seemed. I wasn’t bothered by being tied up or spanked. It was just kinky and funny. I knew I looked good in whatever she put me in. I didn’t even mind being her public trophy, however much it made me feel like I’d fulfilled my mother’s wishes after all.”

“So when did it change? It sounds like that was almost a happy time for you.”

“It was a happy time in the early days. She just decided she wanted more and I couldn’t find it in me to be her sub. I couldn’t afford to leave, but she became a cruel and capricious mistress. I was like you. I was in over my head without really understanding what was happening. I was so certain I needed her that I couldn’t see she was breaking me. We had been scening for about eight months when I found Cal, or rather he found me. Alexandra was beating me and I was calling my safe word but she wasn’t listening. He stepped in and took me away. I’ve been here ever since. He saw something in me that night that I thought had died and he fanned it back to life.”

She gave a heavy sigh. “I think sometimes that’s what makes you a good master – knowing you’ve been on the other side. Just because you don’t get the
mindset, doesn’t mean you don’t understand the power.”

“Exactly.” Telling her about it didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought it would. The long buried memories still stung, but it was bearable.

“I get the feeling that isn’t the end of the story.” She prompted and he pulled her closer.

“She didn’t take my departure well. Afterwards the doctors said it was some sort of psychotic break. She hunted us down and started following me around.
It took her almost eight years to find us but her fury didn’t dim. She smashed up The Manor and The Club a few times. Then she started with the self-harm and when I still wouldn’t give in, she started going after the people I care about. She went to jail for assaulting the woman that was my favourite sub at the time. She scarred her for life.”

“How long was she inside for?”

“Not long enough.” He sighed as there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” He tugged a sheet across Noelle as Chloe entered with two of the kitchen staff carrying trays of food.

“Thanks
, ladies.” Noelle pushed herself upright and gave them a bright smile. “Just put them on the end of the bed. Sasquatch here will bring them down to the kitchen when we’re done.” Smothering laughter, the three did as they were bid and left.

“Sasquatch?” Blue arched a brow. “You haven’t called me that for ages.”

“You haven’t manhandled me for ages.” She carefully poured them both a cup of coffee, wriggling about until her back was to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. “So what are we going to do, Blue? If Cal doesn’t want to get the Police involved, how do we get her to back off?”

“Doing her with another assault charge isn’t going to get her locked up permanently.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know what we’re going to do.
She’s not going to back off.” The realisation was sobering. “You need to stay away from this, Red.”

“What do you mean ‘stay away’?” She gaped at him. “What are you planning to do?” He didn’t answer her, looking away. “Don’t you even fucking think about
it.” She snapped. “This isn’t how the world works, Blue. You don’t just kill people that won’t shut up.”

“Well what do you suggest?” The dam of his frustration burst. “Tell me if you have a better idea, because I sure as hell don’t know what to do.”

“There must be something she wants.” She didn’t flinch from his outburst.

“Yeah, there is. She wants me.”

“Well she can’t have you.” She clenched her jaw. “There must be something else. Everyone has a weakness, Blue. Think about it – this is what we do. We find the big, bad monster lurking in the backs of people’s psyches and then we invite it out to play.”

“We work with people that are predictable. Even at your darkest, you were an open book t
o me. Alexandra is too unstable and I’m…” He swallowed. “I’m not strong enough.” He knew she wanted to protest, but he could see her rolling with her own shadows, her eyes clouded with understanding. “If Gabriel were alive…if he walked back in here right now, would you let him back in?”