Chapter Thirty-Thre e

Jacob

Alana’s office was nothing like I thought would fit her. The place was all white and blue lines, all soothing and shit. Nothing black or red. No violence and blood splatter. Instead, classical music pumped softly through the speakers, wrapping the empty desk chairs in cocoons of safety. Whenever her clients came in, they had magazines and books to read while they waited, or drinks provided to soothe their anxiety.

I fucking hated it on sight.

But I wanted to see my girl. She’d been dutifully going to work during the day and spending her nights helping me with William while we planned our escape. She barely slept, but we’d get out soon. We had to. We’d already taken a hefty amount of money from William. Combined with the fortune my father had squirreled away in offshore accounts, we were set for the rest of our evil little lives. I had a proxy working on moving the stolen funds from William’s empire to our accounts as I stood in her office.

What a difference a few months made. Alana and I had weathered storms, fought our way apart and then back together. I refused to let it be soiled by these cops sniffing around her life. The sooner we got going, the faster things would move on. Today, though, I wanted to focus on who we were. On the fact that I could walk into her office and see her. Touch her. Have her if I wanted to.

That was all that mattered.

As I stepped up to her receptionist, I smiled a charming grin. Vanessa Rodriguez, her nameplate said. The last time I talked to her, I was hunting Alana, hiding who I was just to see her. Now I could be myself, at least as much as I was able to in public.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Yes, I’d like to see Ms. Winters if she has a few minutes.”

“Do you have an appointment, Mr. …?”

“Daniels. Mason Daniels. And no, I don’t, but she will see me.”

Vanessa frowned at me, then turned a delightful shade of pink when I winked at her. “Hold on a moment.”

I shrugged and paced to one of the chairs and sat down. No use looking threatening to the help.

“Ms. Winters? Yes, you have someone here to see you. A Mr. Mason Daniels?” For a few moments Vanessa was quiet, listening on the phone, and then she smiled.

“Not a problem, Ms. Winters. Mr. Daniels? She’ll see you no,” she said, directing me to the door on the left.

“Thank you.”

Alana smiled at me as I walked in, tilting her head slightly to the side. Dressed in a simple, mauve pencil skirt and a golden, silk blouse, she looked classic and timeless. I loved her like that—in her mask, waiting, a predator more dangerous than I. I liked that I could see the mask slip, view the messy inside of her, watch her as she satisfied the darkness. I loved that her eyes went soft, and, only for me, she was Alana. The girl who’d crawled through hell and survived it in her own way. The girl who’d found me and brought me enough light that I could love her.

“You’re beautiful.” I closed her door behind me.

“The feeling is mutual,” she returned. “Why are you here? Like this?” She gestured to the door, and I picked up her meaning.

“I wanted to see you,” I replied, and then quietly I added, “and fuck you.”

She swallowed, her graceful neck muscles showing the movement. “Right now?”

“No time like the present. And it might do good for your assistant to see the man you’re dating in case the cops come calling.”

“Ah, is that the reason?”

“No, I told the truth the first time. Get up and lay your chest on your desk. Press your cheek on all those pretty papers.”

She hesitated only a moment before she stood and did as I asked. Framed in the sunlight, I wished I had waited until dark, to have her in the right element, but this suited me. The chance for her assistant to hear her, for her next client to come in. It made it hotter. Sexier.

“I have an hour before my next case.”

“Then I’d better make sure I hurry, shouldn’t I? Lift your skirt to your waist.”

Alana’s fingers were delicate instruments as she did as I had instructed. I’d seen them wrapped around a blade, a whip, and chains. I’d seen them curled to rake my flesh. And now I knew them to be soft, pliable. So many sides, like the woman of my heart. I stepped up behind her and pressed my jean-clad lower body against her exposed ass. She had on a black G-string, and it peeked around the globes of her ass. Fucking vixen. A sexy, wildcat belonging to me. I palmed her ass, testing the firmness of her skin before I leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“How thin are these walls?”

“They are reinforced to protect client confidentiality, but if you’re loud enough, you can be heard on the other side.”

“Hmmm.” I looked over her desk and found a slim tome, something about the ravaged minds of mental illness, and pressed the spine against her lips.

“Better bite down.”

The leather slid between her sharp, white teeth as I stood back up. Her ass was too white; I wanted it red. To add color to this sane place. I wanted to see her cry, sweat, and her body beg.

“Grab the desk, baby. This is going to fucking hurt.”

She moaned around the book in her mouth as she gripped the edge of the desk in front of her tight enough to make her knuckles go white. As she breathed under me, I removed my belt and laid it next to her. The clink of the buckle hitting the desk was loud in the silence. I opened my jeans and pulled my stiff cock out of my boxers. Her skin was smooth and warm against the underside, but I wanted her hot. I angled myself downward, so it was protected between the globes of her ass and our bodies.

I grabbed the belt and was swinging. She grunted, taking the hit. A fine, red welt instantly raised on her ass. So fucking perfect. More. There needed to be more. I swung again, hitting the other side and making a matching welt. With each swing, the leather wrapped around and kissed her hips, extending the heat and the pain. She twisted and turned but never let go of the desk. And her ass was nice and red. So fucking hot. My dick slid wetly against her cleft, my pre-cum and her arousal easing the way.

“You’re so hot, Alana.”

She didn’t respond, but I didn’t need her to. Instead, I needed her. It took less than a few seconds to pull her G-string to the side. The puckered hole of her anus tensed in the cool air, and my mouth watered. I fucking wanted it. Using my saliva as a lubricant, I massaged it into the hole and pressed my thumb in. She gasped but didn’t move away from me.

“That ass is so tight. Will it choke me, Alana? Will it make me come so fast my head will explode?”

Tears were falling from her eyes, and her face was flush and red, but she bucked against me, begging for me. Needing me.

“I’ll be there soon,” I whispered and slammed into her pussy. Her scream was strangled against the book as I pounded her. The pleasure bit at me as her walls clenched, milking me and pulling me deeper inside. I lifted my foot up on the desk and sank in further.

“Fucking take it all, dammit. Every last inch.”

I knew I was big, that my girth would stretch her out, and I’d bump her cervix with every stroke, but she was so wet, so hot. She melted against me and wet my balls. They slapped her clit with each stroke, the rasp of her pubic hair edging me higher. A grenade detonated in my ears, leaving a ringing behind as I fucked her. I needed to be closer.

“So good. So damn good.”

I gripped her hip with the hand holding the belt and pushed my thumb into her ass with the other. She bucked, keening. Her office smelled like hot sex, and I sucked it in.

“Fuck,” I cried. Jerking her against me as I thrust hard, I pulled my thumb from her ass and stuck two fingers deep inside. Her back arched as I fucked her. I opened and closed my fingers to loosen her ass, to let me in when the time came. I was going to come in that tight fucking ass. But first, I wanted her to come all over me. I pulled harder on her waist, bending my knees slightly to change the angle. I hit the top of her insides with every roll of my hips. She stopped, went silent, and froze.

“There you are, baby.” I released her hip and reached around her body to find her swollen clit. It was fat and hard between my fingertips. With my next shove inside of her, I pinched it, hard. She screamed into the book, jerking and shaking as I rode her through it. She clamped down like a vice and I could barely move, but I held on, stretching her orgasm until she turned to molten lava. Pleasure pulsed in my balls, drawing them up tight. My stomach clenched as a tendril of need coiled there and angled lower. So good. So fucking good. I needed this. Needed her.

I pulled out of her, removed my fingers from her ass, and slammed inside. Everything froze for a precious moment. Her tight sphincter muscles tried to push me out, the warm space past them closed around me, and I thickened. I’d never come before without nutting. It throbbed through me, the pleasure. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. I was stiff, held captive by the pleasure in her body.

And then she tossed her ass back on me, pushing me deeper, and I exploded. I didn’t remember gripping the belt tighter and swinging, but the burn seared my flesh. The ache as the tail end slapped against my groin, even as the shaft struck her ass. I swung again, punishing us both, adding that sharp bite of pain we both needed. Pushing us higher.

“Fuck me!” she cried. It was muffled, but I heard her.

We rocked in opposite motions, coming together hard in the center, accented by the strike of the belt. It was a vicious, dirty way to fuck. Her ass wide open, her pussy wet from release, her clit throbbing in my hand, and our bodies straining with each leathery strike. It was perfect. It was us.

“I want you to come, Jacob. Deep in my ass. Fuck, I need it.”

The book was gone, and her hurried words were mere pants, but they hit me like bullets. Pressing through my bloodstream and ripping their way into my balls. As my scrotum tightened, her buzzer sounded.

“Your next client is here, Ms. Winters.”

“Fuck them, Jacob, fill me with your seed.”

I fucked her harder, pushing through her tight muscles and hitting us harder with the belt. She rocked with me, twisting her hips in a circle. The change hit me. Spiraled outward until I was on the balls of my feet, trying to get closer. I gritted my teeth, sweating and huffing like I was running a fucking marathon.

“Ms. Winters?”

Alana’s hand slammed on her speakerphone button. “Tell them to wait a moment.”

She sounded enraged and controlling, and I loved it. Loved even more that she left the speakerphone on. That our movements were broadcasted into the shocked silence on the other line. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked. My fucking crazy-ass woman winked, and then slapped her own ass.

“Make it yours,” she said.

“Please hold on, sir, she’ll be right with you.”

I was lost. Totally fucking lost. I came, balls-deep in her ass, shaking and groaning.