“Echo, what the hell? You can’t just tell a group of bloody bikers that I’m not allowed to leave,” I shout.
“Livvy, sugar, you’ve already proved you’re a massive fucking flight risk. If you really want to leave, I’ll take you back right now. But I’m not having you sneak out in the middle of the night again.”
I glare menacingly at Echo and stamp my foot. “Why am I here?”
His hands are doing that sexy hair-ruffling thing again, and the movement mesmerises me. Back and forth, his fingers drag through his hair, dishevelling it. He smiles as he watches me check him out. Then his expression turns serious and his eyes pin me to the spot. “Want to explain why I woke up alone this morning?” he growls.
I sigh dramatically and roll my eyes. “Look, we had fun, but it was a one-night stand. I wasn’t expecting breakfast.”
In an instant, Echo’s across the room. “This doesn’t feel like a one-night thing to me, sugar.” His fingers caress my cheek. He’s so close I feel his hot breath when he speaks. “You’re mine. I want you to be mine, Livvy.”
Closing my eyes, I shut out everything and just feel his touch. God, I want this man. I tried to convince myself that this was a one-night stand, just amazing sex, but it feels like there could be something more, something deeper.
“What you thinkin’ about, sugar?” he asks, his voice a honeyed drawl.
I force my eyes open and realise I’m wrapped in Echo’s arms. I don’t remember moving closer to him. I sigh. “This is insane. I don’t know you, Echo. We only met a couple of days ago.”
“Fuck, sugar. I know that.”
Pushing away from him, I step back. “It’s lust. That’s all it is, just lust.”
“It’s not just fucking lust for me,” he roars.
I should be terrified, and I am, but not of him. Even after only a couple of days, I already know he would never hurt me. I step towards him, the pull to be close to him stronger than any argument I can think of to run away again.
He reaches out and cups my chin. “I’ve found what I want, Livvy. You. I want every kiss, every gasp, every moan. I want to know everything about you, your hopes, your dreams. What your happy ever after looks like. Tell me you don’t feel it too, ‘cause I can see it in your eyes.”
His voice is desperate. I’ve never heard him speak like this before, and I stop and stare at him. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come. I’m not sure who moves, me or him, but we’re chest to chest again.
“Mine,” he growls.
I tremble at the possession in his voice.
“Last chance, Livvy. You can leave now and I won’t chase you. I’ll leave you alone. The choice is yours,” he snarls impatiently.
His eyes are dark, anger and desire swirling in their depths. Excitement and fear mix in my chest and I shake. My eyes lock with his, and I see the sincerity of his promise. If I walk away now, he won’t try to stop me.
So why can’t I move my legs?
“What’s it gonna be? I can’t force you to stay, so walk away now or choose to stay and belong to me?” Striding across the room he unlocks the door and opens it. The noise of the guys in the bar filters in.
“What about them? You told them not to let me leave.”
Echo turns his back on me and moves to the other side of the room. “I’ll make sure no one stops you.”
I force my feet to move. I cross the room and rest my hand on the door. I can feel Echo watching me silently from his spot against the wall. I pull in a deep breath and shut the door. “So, what are you going to do with me now?”
He rushes towards me, and I’m hauled into the air. He strides across to the bed, sits, and flings me face down across his lap. His huge hand presses between my shoulders, holding me down.
My heart’s banging in my chest. I’m frightened, but so turned on. “Echo what are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy and excited.
He laughs. “The other night you loved doing as you were told, you loved me being in control. So this is the way it’s gonna work. I woke up alone. I didn’t like that. By the time I tracked you down, you were on a date with that pussy-ass bastard Anderson and his hands were all over you. That pissed me off. In fact, from the moment I realised you were gone this morning, all I’ve been thinking about doing is spanking your ass until you’re wet and begging. Now, if you’re not down with that, you need to say now.”
Gasping in short, excited breaths, I squirm in his lap, making a half-hearted effort to get free. “Oh sugar, yeah, you want me to spank you, don’t you?”
I try to speak, to say no. But nothing comes out.
“I want to hear the words, Livvy. You want me to spank you, don’t you?”
Heat blooms in my cheeks, and I close my eyes briefly before nodding. “Yes.”
Echo strokes his hand up and down my back before his fingers drop lower to caress my arse. Cupping the cheek, he squeezes tightly before moving to the other side and repeating the action. I’m tingling from head to toe, my breath coming in excited gasps.
My fists wrap tightly into his jeans. Terrified, excited anticipation tingles across my skin. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Echo lifts the hem of my dress and flips it up so the skirt rests against my back. His fingers run along the edge of my panties, slowly pushing them to the side. Gently stroking along my wetness, his fingers tease my entrance but never dip any further.
My pussy is pulsing, my mind silently begging him to do something. Touch me, spank me, anything.
“Echo, please,” I beg.
He pulls down my panties, and I hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’m gonna look after you.”
Smack.
His hand against my arse shocks me.
“Owww.” My cry turns to moans when his caressing touch soothes the stinging skin.
Three more spanks come in close succession. My skin burns, and exquisite pain flows through me. His fingers circle my clit, and when I arch off his lap, and the bastard chuckles.
He’s torturing me. “I hate you.” I gasp. He pushes his finger into me and curls it. “Oh my God,” I shout, the spike of pleasure is the perfect balm for the pain.
“Hell, you love it, don’t you? Your pussy’s so wet, you’re soaked.” His voice drops to a gravelly rasp, and I shudder.
“Hmmm,” I purr as he gently pushes his finger in and out, circling my clit but never quite touching it.
I wiggle, trying to get him to touch me, but Echo tuts in amusement. “No, you don’t get that yet.” He pulls his finger from me, and I groan at the loss.
I hear the sound before I register the feeling. His palm spanks down against my arse once, then again with punishing intensity. I don’t get the chance to process the pain before two fingers push roughly into me.
“Arghhh.” I gasp as an orgasm hurtles towards me.
“You want me, don’t you, sugar?” he growls.
I’m incoherent, barely groaning as sensation consumes me. “Nhhhhh,” I mumble.
He withdraws his fingers, spanking me again. “Tell me you want me, Livvy.” His fingertip circles my clit then lightly glides across the top of it.
“Please, please,” I chant desperately.
“I like it when you beg. But I need you to tell me you want me.” His palm connects with my skin, harder this time.
“Ahhh,” I scream. Heated and sore, everything tingles in pleasure, and arousal gushes out of me.
Smack.
“Tell me you want me, Livvy,” he demands.
Smack.
“Tell me.”
Smack.
My arse is on fire, but it’s not painful. I fight against the urge to close my legs tight to stop the need building inside me, but I don’t. I want him to take control, to push me over the edge. Echo’s rough skin strokes my back, my arse, my pussy. His touch is everywhere, but never enough.
“More. Please more,” I beg. I need him to make this end, to stop torturing me. I need to embrace the blissful sensation when the pleasure overtakes and I lose all sense of reality.
“I want you, Echo. Please.”
His hands disappear. My eyes squeeze shut tightly. I can’t see him, but too much time seems to pass.
Thwack.
His hand whacks down on my arse. “Fuck, that hurt,” I shout.
Two of his fingers plunge into me, and the pain is forgotten. “Ahhhhh,” I moan.
Stroking my clit with his thumb, he moves his fingers inside me. He comes so close to my G spot but never quite touches.
“Tell me you’re mine, Livvy.” His words barely register.
He strokes then circles my clit; I’m so close. My orgasm builds, then fades in waves as he teases me. My fingers and toes tingle. My whole body tenses, trying to chase the orgasm that Echo’s keeping just outside my reach.
“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice is demanding and begging me at the same time.
Eyes screwed shut, I can see my orgasm in my mind. A ball of luminescent light, swirling and cascading over and over, almost in reach but a fingertip away.
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I scream.
His fingers pull away and the gaping sense of emptiness makes my stomach drop. I’m in the air and thrown onto his bed. He rips my panties down my legs and discards them over his shoulder. He crawls up my body, hovering over me, his face above mine. Then he kisses me.
It’s only the second time we’ve kissed. We’ve fucked, we’ve argued, he’s spanked me. But it’s only the second time his lips have touched mine. They’re punishing, claiming my mouth and possessing me totally.
“Who do you belong to, Livvy?”
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
A growl of frustration spills from him. Crawling down the bed, he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue should be ordained a weapon of mass destruction, because it’s both the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.
He licks my clit, teasing it before flattening his tongue and running it straight down the centre of my sex. He laps at me like he can’t get enough of my taste. His tongue thrusts inside me, and he tongue fucks me till I’m writhing around the bed in delirious desperation.
Pulling back, he reaches up and tenderly strokes my cheek. “I love you like this, sugar, all desperate. Only I can make you feel like this, only I can do this to you. Tell me, Livvy, who do you belong to?”
Our eyes lock. He’s a virtual stranger. I can’t let him claim me, possess me.
His hand strokes my side, caressing my hip. He runs his finger straight down my sex, barely touching my clit. He dips inside me with just the tip of his finger, then brings it up to his mouth and sucks the end. “You taste so sweet. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to?”
My mouth drops open, and I lick my dry lips. I’ve felt lost for so long. But looking into his eyes, time slows and everything makes sense.
“I’m yours. I belong to you,” I say, my voice clear and coherent.
“Damn straight you do, sugar,” he says with a smile.
Two fingers push roughly into me. “Gahhhh,” I cry. My muscles clench around him, and I’m desperate for more. “Echo, please.”
He grins and moves down the bed. Our eyes meet, and he smirks as he licks my clit. The sensation hits me like a bomb, and I surge off the bed, pushing my pussy into his face.
“Fuck, sugar, I’m gonna make you come so hard.” He groans. Nipping my clit with his teeth, he pushes a third finger inside me, and curving upwards he massages my G spot. Heat starts in my toes and consumes the rest of my body till I’m screaming in pleasure.
Sweat coats my skin, and my chest heaves as I gasp for air. Echo’s arms wrap around me and pull me into his chest. Warm lips kiss my neck. “Sleep, baby,” he whispers.
Exhaustion washes over me, my eyelids flutter shut, and I fall asleep.