over her, shielding her from the outside world. Her
troubled mind raced as he carted her down a hallway and
into an elevator. The ride down to their floor was short.
The walk to their door was even shorter. Once inside his
quarters, Vicious carried her straight to the bathroom. He
tossed aside the jacket and lowered her to the ground.
With gentle pressure, he turned her until she faced the
mirror.
They spoke no words as he removed the mask and
lingerie. He put a hand on her upper back and pushed her
forward ever so slightly, then grasped the tail and pulled it
free with excruciating slowness. She whimpered as her
bottom throbbed with an achy emptiness. Vicious
embraced her from behind, his arms crossed above and
below her breast. “Look at me, Hallie.”
Their gazes clashed in the mirror. She was momentarily
taken aback by just how tiny he made her look. Her head
barely reached his chest. He stroked her jaw. “You’re
beautiful. You’re sexy as hell and you’ve pleased me a
great deal. What happened back there wasn’t dirty or
wrong. It was sensual and normal. Do you understand?”
Hearing Vicious say it somehow made it so. Her voice
still a whisper, she answered, “Yes.”
“Tell me, Hallie.” He brushed his fingers across her
shoulders. “Say the words so I know you believe it.”
“What happened at the party wasn’t dirty or wrong. It
was sensual and normal.” She repeated what he’d said.
“And…I liked it,” she added for good measure.
He smiled and chuckled against her cheek. She shivered
when his lips touched her ear and he said, “I’m sexy and
beautiful.”
Feeling a bit mischievous, she said, “You’re sexy and
beautiful, Vicious.”
He laughed and bit her earlobe hard enough to make her
gasp. “Funny.” His hand caressed her breast. “
You’re
sexy
and beautiful.”
“Am I?” She wondered at that statement. “I’m not
blonde or voluptuous though. From what I keep hearing,
that’s what you find sexy.”
He grunted and kissed her neck. “I used to think that
was the height of sexiness.” He clasped her waist and
spun her around. Their lips touched as his hands moved
down to her ass. He squeezed her cheeks and kissed her
long and deep. “I know better now.
You’re
the height of
sexiness to me now.”
She believed him. The way he looked at her, his eyes
dark with desire, told her everything she needed to know.
The stiff cock jutting against his pants and touching her
belly made the point. He wanted her.
Feeling brave, she rose on tiptoes and kissed him.
“Take me to bed, Vicious.”
He grinned and patted her bottom. “I thought you’d
never ask.”
Chapter Eight
Vicious led Hallie into the bedroom. He dropped her
hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his
boots. She shocked him by kneeling down in front of him
and brushing away his hand. She tugged down the zippers
on the sides that allowed him to dress quickly and pulled
both boots off his feet. She peeled off his socks and folded
them neatly.
He watched as she carried his boots to the tray in the
closet where he kept them. She returned and stepped
between his open thighs. Her small fingers flicked through
the buttons lining the front of his uniform shirt. She helped
him out of the shirt and placed it on the bed. When she
grasped the bottom of his undershirt, he lifted his arms
high so she could pull it up and over his head.
She gestured for him to stand and took a step back. He
rose slowly and waited for her to unbuckle his belt. He’d
never let a woman undress him. Usually he was the one
doing all the tugging and pulling. It was a novelty to have
Hallie unzipping his pants and drawing them down his
legs. Her shaky fingers grasped the waistband of his
boxer-briefs. She kept her gaze on his stomach as she
dragged them down his hips and thighs.
His painfully hard dick pointed right at her. Hallie
started to fold his clothes but he gripped her wrist and
pulled her toward him. “Later. I need you now.”
She let his boxers fall to the floor as he wrapped his
arms around her and picked her up. Without hesitation, she
slid her legs around his waist, trapping his stiff cock
between their bodies. He groaned as she lifted a little and
his cockhead nudged the slick wetness of her pussy.
Unable to stand a moment longer, he fell back on the
bed, taking Hallie with him. She laughed at the sudden fall
and squirmed to get into a sitting position. Her knees
naturally fell on either side of his waist. Those soft brown
eyes widened when he bucked his hips and his cock
bumped her clit. “Oh.”
He could feel her dripping onto him now. He’d never
been with a woman who became so wet and excited.
Perhaps this was the difference between a woman who
was paid to provide him with pleasure and a woman who
gave it to him freely, a woman who wanted to share it with
him.
“I can’t wait, Hallie.” His fingers tangled in her hair as
he claimed her luscious lips. “I need to be inside you.”
She broke away from their kiss. “I don’t know how.”
He took her hand and placed it between their bodies.
“Lift your ass, Kitten. Yes. There. Just like that.” He
pushed her hand to his dick. “Take my cock and guide it
into you, Hallie.”
Licking her lips, she grasped his erection and wiggled
her hips until he fit inside the snug entrance. He fought the
urge to grip her hips and thrust into her, burying himself
balls-deep in that sweet, tight pussy. Knowing she’d been
sore this morning, he gripped the comforter instead and
hoped he could keep his more primitive needs at bay.
She pressed down on him, her pussy taking him inch by
inch. “Vicious! Ah! You’re too big.”
He was a bastard but it stroked his ego to hear her
comment on the size of his cock. She squeezed him like a
fist. He wanted to bury himself in her hot, silken depths.
Instead he placed his thumb against her clit and slowly
caressed the tiny nub. “Does that feel good, Kitten?”
“Yes.” Breathless and flushed, she took him even
deeper. He watched her face for any sign of discomfort.
He wanted to make love to her, not injure her. While he
used one hand to stimulate her, he used the other to guide
her novice movements. Fingers grasping her hip, he
pushed her forward and then back. “How’s that feel,
Hallie?”
“Good.”
“And this?” He abandoned her clit long enough clasp
her waist so he could lift and lower her on his shaft. He
glanced between their bodies as he did. His cock,
glistening with her slick juice, disappeared into her again
and again. It was such an enticing sight. He finally
managed to tear his gaze away to look at her face. “How
does this feel?”
“Too much,” she panted. “I can’t.”
He swept a soothing hand down her belly and then
caressed her breast. He placed a hand on her hip again and
guided her back and forth. “Then we’ll do it this way.”
“Yes.” She scratched at his chest and started to move
her hips. His thumb returned to her clit. He drew lazy
circles around it while she learned to enjoy being in
control of their coupling. She gained confidence with
every slow swaying movement. He watched with awe and
wonder as she came alive atop him, her sexuality
blossoming under his watch. Hell, she just was so
beautiful.
He pinched a nipple and earned a squeak of surprise.
Her pussy clenched him and he groaned. Unable to help
himself, he played with her nipple again, tweaking and
rolling the pink bud. Her pussy gripped and released. He
closed his eyes and tried to count backward from one
hundred. He didn’t want to lose control and come inside
her just yet. She was just getting started and just now
getting comfortable.
“Ride me.” He smacked her backside and urged her to
move faster. “Fuck my cock, Hallie.”
“Vicious!” Her eyes flashed with shock at his crude
wording. He saw the flush of excitement creeping up her
neck. She liked it when he talked dirty.
He sat up and kissed her neck. He sucked hard, leaving
a love bite just there, right above her collar. He brought
his lips to her ear. “Love your hot, wet pussy squeezing
my cock.”
“Vicious,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He nipped at her ear and dropped back to the bed. He
grasped both hips and guided her faster movements. She
clawed at his chest and leaned forward, changing the
depth and angle of his penetration. Lips parted, she gulped
quick, shallow breaths. He could feel her pussy growing
wetter and tighter. He bit his lower lip and tried not to
move his hips too much.
“Vicious!” She screamed his name as she came, her
pussy clenching his cock in a rhythm that left him
trembling. “Oh. Oh.
Ah
!”
There was no holding back now. He gripped her hips
and pounded up into her. She shrieked again and clutched
at him. “Hold tight, baby. Just hold tight.”
He couldn’t let up now. Feet flat on the bed and knees
bent against her backside, he jackhammered her snug, slick
cunt until his thighs burned. She cried out again, this time
the sound strangled and low, and tumbled into another
climax. Her scratching fingers and moaning sent him over
the edge. He thrust deep inside her pussy and curled his
toes into the mattress as searing jets of semen shot from
his cock. He came so hard his balls ached and his
shoulders popped off the mattress.
“Hallie.” He groaned her name and fell back to the bed.
She shuddered in his arms and whimpered. He hugged her
close and swept the damp hair from her eyes before
kissing the crown of her head. She snuggled close and
started to doze off as he held her. That was perfectly fine
with him.
Sometime later, she finally roused herself and slid onto
her side next to him. He turned so they could gaze into one
another’s eyes. They didn’t need to speak. They just
smiled and touched, their fingertips and lips doing all the
silent communicating.
As he kissed her, Vicious marveled at the tenderness
she’d awoken in him. He’d never considered himself a
particularly patient or kind man. For Hallie, he’d
discovered limitless depths of patience and tenderness. He
wanted so badly to make her happy, to be the man she
needed.
Tonight, she’d proven how far she was willing to go for
him. Even with the mask hiding her face, he’d been able to
read her. She’d been uncomfortable and embarrassed for
most of the night, but still she’d made an effort. It wasn’t
easy for her to embrace the role of cat or to remain on all
fours at his feet like some kind of pet. She hadn’t
complained. She’d forged forward with the strange,
uncomfortable experience to protect his career and their
new life together.
He’d been pushing it earlier when he’d used his fingers
to bring her to climax in the general’s playroom. Her
curiosity had been so evident to him that he’d taken the
chance. More than anything, Vicious wanted her to explore
her budding sexuality. He’d hoped that by pushing her a
little, she’d open herself up to a new experience.
Voyeurism could be a wonderful aphrodisiac.
“What are you thinking about?” Her fingertips danced
across his chest and traced the outline of a tattoo.
“You.”
She smiled. “What about me?”
“How much I adore you.”
“Adore?” She laughed. “That’s awfully nice of you to
say.”
“It’s the truth,” he admitted, his voice husky.
She studied him. “Yes. I think it is.”
“It is.” He kissed her lovingly and threaded his fingers
through her silken strands of hair. Her fingertip moved
from his tattoos to the unmarked skin on his left side.
“That’s for you.”
She frowned up at him. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s our way,” he explained, taking her smaller hand in
his. “We mark the right side of our body with our military
victories. The left side, the side closest to our hearts, is