Perfectly Broken (21 page)

Susanna liked listening to him. She had mostly
sad stories to tell, and had told him enough already. It was nice
to hear about his very normal life. She envied him that. But there
was no way to change the past. The more he talked, the more she
understood how he had turned out like he had, so confident and
optimistic.

He even believed in fairy tales, and had her
starting to believe. Susanna would have to watch that. Getting her
hopes up would only make the fall that much harder. It was fine to
enjoy the present when she could. But to look to the future with
overblown ideas that it held happiness was to be sorely
disappointed.

Susanna was glad she had saved room for dessert,
because the Baileys cheesecake was to die for. They ordered
espressos to go with it, and fed each other tantalizing bites.
Tomas watched as she took a bite in her mouth and savored.

“Watching you is better than the dessert.”

She smiled. A thought occurred to her.

“Why did you do all this, Tomas?”

He looked at her, and his eyes filled with
emotion.

Susanna held her breath. She really had no idea
what he was going to say.

“I wanted to start over,” he said. “I think we
got off on the wrong foot before. You’re not just a sexual conquest
to me…despite the fact that I had you in my hotel room within hours
of meeting you.” He paused. “I care about you, baby. I want you to
see what an amazing woman you are…because I don’t think you do. But
I plan to change that.”

* * * * *

Tomas didn’t take her home. Or back to his
apartment. He took her to a castle, complete with massive stone
walls and turrets. The Clontarf was a hotel built around the
original castle, which made it unique. They spent time downstairs
at Knights Bar for a nightcap, and to enjoy the peaceful
surroundings. The hotel was close to Dublin but felt worlds
away.

From outside, the place was a medieval castle
lit so it glimmered in the dark night like something out of a fairy
tale. Inside, the rough-stone walls and period furniture continued
the theme. Huge open fireplaces and deep red padded chairs and
décor, with numerous stairwells leading to spacious upper floors,
added to the ambience.

Even the bar was deeply rooted in the traditions
of the ancient castle. It showcased a dramatic ceiling with
sparkling chandeliers, and stained glass windows. The subtle
lighting in the cozy space gave it a golden glow.

Susanna sipped her mint chocolate version of
Baileys Irish Cream. “Clontarf Castle Hotel?”

Tomas seemed pleased with his choice. “It’s a
real castle.”

She giggled. “I don’t know if it’s the alcohol
or this hotel, but I’m starting feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”

He rested his hand on her thigh. “I thought you
would.”

She put her drink on the table. “You must earn
pretty good money with your bookmaking.”

Tomas shrugged. “I got a starting bonus.”

She widened her eyes.

He grinned. “What better way to spend it?”

“You’re a hard man to ignore, Tomas.”

He looked into her eyes, sending a tingle
through her body. “That’s the point. I don’t want to be
ignored.”

The words caught in her throat. “What do you
want?”

“After your drink…I’ll show you.” The look in
his eyes was lusty and hot, if a bit severe. It made Susanna’s skin
flush. She could only imagine what he had in mind, and definitely
wanted to find out.

They finished their drinks, and Tomas took her
upstairs. The imaginary world extended to the luxurious room with
red and gold wallpaper, and an ornate four-poster bed with rose
petals strewn across the white quilt. Susanna drifted into the
romance of an earlier time.

But her body was clearly in the present. An
acute sense of Tomas standing behind her made her weak. The
anticipation of being in his arms made her a little crazy. She
tried to get her breath, but her heart was pounding out of her
chest.

Tomas put his hand on her belly and pressed her
against him. He undid the sparkling clip from her hair and tossed
it away. Her hair fell over her shoulders in waves, touching the
swell of her breasts pushing up at the top of her dress. Susanna
leaned her head back against his neck, her panties already wet for
him.

He turned her in his arms and grabbed her chin
to pull her lips to his. Tomas plunged his tongue deep inside her
mouth, and kissed her like he needed it to breathe. The heat of his
touch and the strength of his body made her swoon in his arms.

He was commanding, powerful, and caring. It was
a mixture that had her under his spell. Susanna wanted him to own
her, to take her. To make her feel anything and everything. There
seemed no limit to what she would do with him.

She trusted him, and willingly let him sweep her
into wanton abandon. The harder he kissed her, the tighter her sex
clenched. Susanna thought she might come in his arms with no more
than his lips burning against hers.

He dug his hand in her hair and grabbed a
fistful of it. Pulling her head back, Tomas kissed her neck, and
her skin was so sensitive to his touch that she gasped. He nibbled
at her lobe and ran his tongue around the curve of her ear, then
kissed under her jaw.

Without a word, he unzipped her dress and let it
fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes.
Heat pooled in her sex as she watched him strip off his formal
attire and throw it aside. When his briefs came off, his gorgeous
cock sprang into view, and Susanna couldn’t avert her eyes.

Tomas gave her a seductive smile and fisted his
erection once, hard, for her benefit. Then he stepped closer and
undid her bra. The nakedness of her breasts was tantalizing.
Something about his predatory attitude made her nipples tighten
into stiff peaks that ached for his touch.

He dropped to his knees and sucked at her
nipples, but not gently. The urgency with which he suckled left her
wilting before him. Tomas bit them just hard enough to send a
twinge that radiated straight to her sex.

Panting and arching her back, Susanna fell into
his ministrations, wanting more. He grabbed the elastic of her
panties and yanked them down, leaving her naked. It felt so good,
better than she could recall. She wanted to be bare for him, open
to him.

Tomas cupped her sex, and Susanna dug her
fingers into his hair. He leaned in and kissed the slick skin of
her vulva, waxed bare, and unprotected from his warm lips. She
shuddered from the pleasure. He ran a finger through her wetness
and groaned with satisfaction.

“You’re so wet.” He plunged his finger in his
mouth and sucked off her juices.

Susanna touched his cheeks, craving him and
everything about him. He looked up at her, his green eyes
glistening with lust. Tomas kissed across her belly and down her
inner thighs, making her tremble. Then he kissed directly over her
clit with enough pressure to be a tease.

“Oh God.” Susanna wanted him to press harder, or
finger her so she could get release. But he took her to the verge
of climax and let her hover in agony.

“You taste so good,” he said.

Tomas ran his fingers over her wet slit and let
two of them dip into her. He twisted them just so, and she held on
to his shoulders for support. But he didn’t touch her needy clit,
and Susanna whimpered in growing desperation.

He stood and pulled her into his arms, and the
feel of his hot erection against her belly sent her arousal higher.
Pressing to him, her breasts were hot against his solid chest,
making her nipples ache. A finger of excitement pierced straight to
her sex.

Taking her hand, Tomas led her to the huge bed.
In one swift motion, he grabbed the top of the quilt and pulled it
back, letting the rose petals float to the floor. He put both hands
at her waist and looked into her eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded.

He lifted her onto the bed so she was on her
back. But he did not join her. Instead, he opened a side drawer and
pulled out several red sashes. Her heart fluttered. Tomas smoothed
them in his hands while he looked deeply into her eyes.

“We will go slow,” he said. “If there is
anything you don’t like, you must tell me.”

Susanna swallowed thickly. The implication of
his words unsettled her, but also excited her.

Taking his time, Tomas wrapped a red sash around
her left wrist and then secured it to the bedpost. He did the same
with her other wrist. Admiring her, bound as she was, his eyes
grazed over her body.

He leaned down and kissed her. The taste of him
combined with the sensation of having her arms restrained was
exhilarating. Her breathing was ragged and her pulse fast. Tomas
pulled back from the kiss and ran his tongue over her breasts,
taking care to avoid her nipples.

Then he took another sash and wrapped it around
her leg, tying it to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. Having
secured it, he did the same with her other leg. Now spread eagle
and tied to the bed, Susanna was at his mercy.

Tomas walked around the bed as if sizing up his
prey.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?”

Susanna nodded and licked her lips. The cool air
of the room caressed her nipples and wafted against her sex. She
squirmed against the mattress, seeking relief. But raking her butt
against the sheets only made it worse.

He stood there and let her look at him. His
washboard abs rippled down his torso, and a narrow line of dark
hair ran down to his sex. Susanna wanted to feel his lean thighs,
and bury her fingers in the thatch of hair at the base of his hard
shaft. The chiseled muscle of his shoulders and chest made her a
bit dizzy. And his thick cock stood erect, ready for her touch.

She stared into his green eyes, and he gave her
a commanding look. Whatever he had in mind, Susanna would do. The
idea of submitting to him was the biggest turn-on of all. In all
her sexual forays, no man had ever made her do so.

It was a new sensation, one she was already
addicted to.

Tomas got onto the bed. He was on his knees
between her legs. Her sex pulsed.

“Relax, baby. Let me do what I want with you.”
He ran his palm down her belly. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her pussy was sopping and every nerve in her
body was on alert. She watched Tomas, letting his demeanor guide
her. He ran a finger slowly over her lips and then into her mouth.
She sucked seductively and he groaned.

Then he cupped her breasts as if he owned them.
Weighing them in his hands, his look grazed over them admiringly.
It felt as intense as if he’d touched her with his fingers. Her
panting grew faster, and her body flushed with heat.

Tomas licked over the curve of her breasts and
flicked across her distended nipples. Then he kissed and licked
under her armpits. Susanna hadn’t known what a sensitive area that
was. She closed her eyes.

A flurry of kisses tickled down her ribs, and
Susanna whimpered.

“Your skin is so sweet,” he said. “Everything
about you is sweet.”

With his hands on her thighs, Tomas pressed his
lips between her legs and breathed deeply. Susanna arched her back
to press harder against him.

“You want more?”

She moaned.

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“I need more. I’m so close.”

Tomas ran his tongue along her wet slit and let
it dip past her outer lips. She writhed on the bed in need.

“More?”

“Please,” she gasped.

“Ask me nicely,” he said.

“Please, Tomas. I need more.”

“That’s better.” It was quiet for a moment
except for her rapid panting. Then he said, “I’m not sure if I’ll
let you come yet.”

Her heart fell. Surely he wouldn’t let her
suffer. Tomas wouldn’t be cruel, would he?

He nipped once at her clit then plunged two
fingers inside her, but he didn’t move them. Susanna tried to move
so his fingers rubbed inside her.

“I need to be convinced,” he said.

“Ahh, I need to come, Tomas.”

He still refused to touch her in the right
place, or give her enough pressure.

“Is there something you want to say, baby?”

Susanna moaned in agony. She couldn’t take it.
It was so damn sexy being tied to the bed and having Tomas command
her. She was going to die if he didn’t release her.

“Please, Tomas. I’m begging you. I need you to
do it. Please. Please.”

His fingers began to move inside her. “I like it
when you beg, baby. I like the sound of that a lot.”

With his fingers still moving inside her, Tomas
licked over her clit. It was so sensitive that his touch made her
cry out. She could feel his knees against her inner thighs, lending
the feeling that he was holding her open.

The satin sashes grazed against her skin,
pulling just enough to remind her that she was bound. Susanna was
lost to his stimulation, and when he swirled his tongue around her
tight clit she moaned again.

She feared he would stop, but prayed he
wouldn’t. Susanna tensed in anticipation, and her strong inner
muscles clenched hard. Tomas moved his fingertips over the most
sensitive area inside her. All the while, he licked and sucked over
her clit.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

Relentlessly, Tomas ministered to her. Expertly,
he swirled his tongue around her clit and tapped against it. His
fingers stroked inside her. The intensity rose to a crescendo, and
then Susanna exploded.

She yelled out and pulled against her
restraints. Her muscles went stiff and her belly turned to steel.
Inside, her sex convulsed around his fingers, and Tomas licked just
right, taking her to a higher peak.

The climax rocked her body. The agony of denial
burst into a white light of pleasure. And it didn’t let her down.
Susanna floated on a high from the orgasm, feeling tingly and warm.
She was barely aware of Tomas untying her.