Chapter Seven
Two weeks later
The last two weeks had been out of this world for Henry. He couldn’t believe how happy he was and yet he’d not sexually touched Lydia, but that could all change within the next couple of hours. The doctor was scheduled to see her while he was out of the apartment. He stood in Elijah’s warehouse with Caleb as they waited for Drake to spill the details of where the men were that Henry wanted.
They were leaving Elijah to torture the information out of him, but so far the bastard wasn’t talking. He was either high or had a seriously high pain threshold.
“Donna wants you to come around to dinner,” Caleb said.
“Not tonight. Lydia’s seeing the doctor and I want to be alone with her.”
“It’s true then, you’re going steady with a woman?”
Henry turned to look at his friend.
“The women at Ecstasy are talking. It has been over three weeks since you were last there, and every time you’re at the club you never go near the back. I take it Lydia’s taking care of your needs.”
He smiled. “She’s not. She’s not taking care of anything.” He still found his release in the shower by his own hand. She’d offered to help him out when she caught him fucking his fist. Henry refused. He didn’t want her to touch him when he couldn’t touch her.
“Wow, this must be a nice new change for you,” Caleb said.
“It is.”
“You look different. Donna mentioned it to me the other day.”
“What do you mean?” Henry asked, glancing over at his friend.
The sound of Drake crying out filled the air¸ but it didn’t stop either of them talking. Drake wasn’t going to leave the warehouse alive. He’d been sloppy in his security. Usually Drake was surrounded by several large men carrying guns even when he was dealing with his women. For once Elijah’s people had caught him alone, without anyone to help him.
“You’re smiling. I’ve got to agree with her. This is how you used to be before the fighting and we got into this business. You know, before you were taken.”
Henry folded his arms. Thinking about the time when he was taken wasn’t the best for him. It was around the same time that he stopped going back to his apartment. The scarred face made it impossible for him to get away from the past. When he was around Lydia, he wasn’t aware of the scars on his face.
“It’s nothing.”
“But Lydia’s different. I see the man you once were. There’s no way you can deny that.”
Drake screamed as Elijah pulled out a nail. They were going back to historical torture methods. Henry had to respect the man.
“I’m not denying anything, Caleb. She makes me feel, and I like that.”
“What about the other women?”
“They’re done.”
“Donna’s worried.”
“Have you turned into a pussy that answers to your woman, Caleb? Funny, you didn’t strike me as the kind of man who took orders from a woman.” Henry hated feeling like he was being observed under a microscope, and so far, Caleb and Donna were leaving him feel like a bug.
He turned to look at Caleb seeing the anger in his eyes.
“Shit, sorry, look, I don’t want to argue or fight. You’re my friend, and I appreciate your concern even though you don’t need to. I’m not going to hurt Lydia. Tell Donna to stop worrying and to leave us to get it done.”
Caleb nodded. “Fair enough.”
Henry turned back to the action as Drake dropped his head sobbing.
“You may as well tell us where they are,” Elijah said.
“Fuck off.” Drake’s voice no longer held the conviction that he was in control. He looked on the edge of death.
Elijah grabbed his hair, pulling the man’s head back. Henry pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to see if Lydia had sent him a message. The screen was clear, and he quickly checked the time.
“You’re going to put up a fight for no reason?”
“It’s not for no reason,” Drake said. Drool was pouring out of his mouth. His hands were a bloody mess.
“No?”
“We all know I’m not leaving this warehouse alive. Why should I give you anything? I’m dead anyway. It’ll give me pleasure even in death to know you’re going to suffer.” Drake looked past Elijah’s face to stare at him. “I heard Bill took a liking to your woman. It’s going to be hard letting her out on her own with him waiting around to take her.”
Henry tensed up, and Drake saw it.
“I knew there was more to her than a simple whore. Henry doesn’t do whores. He fucks them at his club and never gets personal.” Drake laughed. His teeth were decorated with blood, and there were several teeth that had been pulled. Elijah was one sick bastard. The art that he displayed with torture sickened Henry. He liked to pummel men and do the occasional torture, but there were limits even for him. Elijah was showing his sinister side. Henry wouldn’t touch the mouth in any of his victims.
“Where are they?” Henry asked.
“You’re going to have to wait to find them.”
“This makes no sense. You don’t get anything out of it. You’re in pain.”
“So, it’s going to end soon. It makes no difference to me. I’m not giving you their location.” Drake laughed, tilting his head back and coughing. “Why would I help you fuckers? We’re enemies.”
Elijah stood, and the chair he’d been sat on clattered to the ground echoing around the whole warehouse. He removed his jacket, then his crisp white shirt that he hadn’t gotten any blood on. How many men had this fucker tortured?
“You two can leave. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Glancing at Drake, Henry almost felt sorry for him. He remembered Lydia’s bruised cheek, and that took any kind of pity he felt for the bastard and knocked it dead.
“Call if he gives us anything,” Caleb said.
“Will do. He’s not going to be seeing death for some time.”
They exited the warehouse and headed toward the car. Henry had picked Caleb up at the beginning of the day.
“Well, that was enlightening,” Caleb said.
“I don’t think it was enlightening, more like fucking frightening.” Henry shuddered. “What the fuck do we know about Elijah?”
“That we shouldn’t fuck with him. I tell you, I don’t want to ever be in one of his chairs in that warehouse. Fuck that.” Caleb pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. “You can drop me off at my house. I’ve got the rest of the night planned with Donna.”
“Who’s having Luke?” Henry asked.
Caleb groaned. “Okay, I’m going to spend the rest of the night with my woman and my son. When he’s asleep I’ll fuck my woman just the way she likes.”
Henry chuckled. This was another reason why he didn’t want kids. He was a selfish bastard and didn’t want to share Lydia with anyone.
“Stop gloating. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Actually, it does look good on me.” Henry glanced over at his friend.
“Have you started painting again?” Caleb asked.
“No.” Henry faced the road. No one but Caleb knew about his need to paint. This was insane for him to even be thinking about.
“Are you going to open up to Lydia?”
“I don’t know, man. Shit, it’s still in the early stages.” And he’d not even looked at his paintings. They were stored away in the room that he kept locked.
Lydia hadn’t asked about the room yet, which he was thankful for. He didn’t know what he was going to say to her.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”
“Yeah, you did.” Henry ran a hand down his face keeping the other on the steering wheel. The past was still there, in the past. He didn’t want to bring it into his future.
“Forget I mentioned anything. Send me a text or something to let me know if Lydia’s okay. Donna will go out of her mind with worrying.”
Nodding, he waited for his friend to be inside his home before steering out of the gated entrance. Glancing in the rearview mirror he saw the gates were closed before he even got a few feet. Caleb never risked his woman or his son’s life. Could he do that? Keep Lydia and a child safe even in his world. The whole idea felt foreign to him. Why was he thinking about kids? He didn’t want kids. The problem was Lydia. If she wanted kids, then so did he.
Their lives were dangerous, and Caleb employed two bodyguards to assist Donna when she wanted to go out. Henry didn’t employ anyone as he could handle himself. They were getting deeper and deeper into this world, and it would only be a matter of time before he had to consider guards. Should he put a guard on Lydia?
Driving toward the center of the city took time. The roads were busy, and all he wanted to do was find out how Lydia was healing up.
He wondered what she’d have ready for dinner. Lydia could cook and not those packet mixes either. She cooked everything from scratch, and the food was to die for. He loved walking into the apartment with her cooking.
When he’d gone back to her apartment, he’d started packing it all away, bringing more of her stuff to his space. He hoped by the time she was fully healed she’d be all but moved into his apartment. In the trunk of the car he held another three boxes of her stuff. The landlord wanted rent payment by the end of the month. He hoped to have her apartment empty by that time and anything they didn’t need put in to storage for her to decide on what to keep and what not to.
By the time he pulled up into the parking lot, it was dark, and he checked his cell phone to see no missed calls or texts. He didn’t like this. The doctor should have given her the all clear.
Going to the trunk, he piled the three boxes onto each other. They were light, and it didn’t take much strength to hold. He’d brought her cookbooks to the apartment earlier. Her collection wasn’t large, and he intended to rectify that by buying her plenty of books. She could cook, and he’d never been interested in the kitchen.
Locking the car, he made his way over to the building, resting the boxes against the wall as he got into the building. He made his way over to the elevator, nodding at the man on the reception.
The ride up to his apartment was slow. He wanted to see Lydia to make sure everything was fine. Henry knew he should have stayed with her instead of going to the warehouse. He’d fucked up, and he wasn’t happy.
The elevator opened, and he walked to his room. Fitting the key into the lock, typing in the number, the door opened and he walked into the apartment. He placed the boxes on the floor then closed the door.
“Lydia, I’m back.”
He turned around and froze. She stood in a sheer white gown. No, there was no way white would reveal all that creamy flesh.
“Hey, Henry,” she said. Her hands were rested at her chest. The robe went down to the floor.
What did he do with his hands?
“Hey,” he said. His mouth was completely dry.
****
Should she have done this? Lydia saw him standing there, frozen. The doctor had come and gone, and she’d wanted to do something special for Henry.
Licking her lips, she glanced down at the floor feeling her confidence deflate. Is this what he wanted? On the same night where he warned her she’d be his, he’d taken her to his bed. Was this different?
“Hey,” she said, back.
This had to be the worst seduction ever.
“The doctor cleared you?” he asked.
“Yes.” She glanced up in time to see him checking out her body. “I didn’t just want to send you a text.”
“I can see that.”
“You did say you were busy.” She took a step closer, and his gaze fell to her exposed legs. Lydia took a step closer to him feeling the arousal grow within her body. After the doctor had given her the all clear with her ribs she’d spent the rest of the day preparing for Henry to come home. She soaked in the bath, taking her time to shave and wax delicate bits between her thighs. After she cleared the important parts of excess hair, she’d washed her hair, lathered her body, and then taken the time to dry naturally.
“I was never too busy to find out if you were okay.”
“But if you found out I was fine you might not have given me the time to do this.” She removed the robe for him to see her body naked. This was a huge step for her. The other men she’d been with she’d gotten naked in darkness and only been with them underneath the covers of the bed. He was the first man she’d ever stood naked before in full light.
“Fuck me.” Henry reached out to hold onto the wall.
She rubbed her hands together in front of her. Her nerves were getting the better of her.
He took a step closer to her and then another. She stayed still until he was right in front of her.
“The doctor cleared you?”
“Yes. He told me he’d never had a patient who listened to him about rest.”
Henry cupped her cheek. The bruise that had once decorated her cheek was faint. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
She smiled up at him.
Swallowing past the nerves, she reached out to touch his jacket. “I put a casserole in the oven, and it’ll keep for another few hours.”
Running her hands up his chest, she opened his jacket and pushed it off him. He allowed her to remove the jacket then start at the top button of his shirt.
“You planned to seduce me?”
“I planned a lot of things for today, and I wanted it to be special.” She removed his shirt seeing the scars that decorated his chest. “This is what happened when you were taken?”
“I was an ass, and I pissed off the man with the knife.”
Tugging his hands from her face, she leaned in close and pressed her lips against each scar. Holding his hands at his sides, she licked her tongue from his nipple down to his navel.
“Fuck that feels good.”
“I love the way you taste,” she said, flicking her tongue along his chest.
She moaned then released his hands to go to the belt holding up his pants.
“No, I want to kiss you.” He gripped her wrist, forcing her back up.
Henry sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the strands in his fist. She moaned as he tilted her head back. She gasped as he pulled her close. The metal of his belt dug into her stomach. He slammed his lips down on hers, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She melted against him, loving the feel of his tongue inside her mouth.
He ran his tongue over her lips then slid into her mouth, plunging inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he dropped one hand from her hair to cup her ass. Gasping, she drew back from his lips as his hands delved deeper, sinking into her pussy from behind. The position had her tight against him as he fingered her.
“So wet and tight. I can’t wait to sink my cock into this sweet pussy.” He removed his hands, and she watched him lick the digits into his mouth. The scent of her pussy wafted between them. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment by how wet she’d become. “And you taste better than I thought you would.”
She rested her hands against his chest, watching as he took his time with each digit.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
He started to walk her back. She didn’t look behind her as he moved.
The coldness of the wall met her back. Within seconds he was on his knees and lifting one of her legs up and over his shoulder.
“You shaved your pussy all for me?”
She nodded, gazing down to see him on his knees before her.
He started to tease the lips of her sex, tracing over her mound then sliding between. The moment he touched her clit, she shook at the smallest contact. He knew what to do to drive her crazy with need.
“You’re so responsive, baby.” He pinched her nipple, and the scream she usually kept contained, released into the air.
The sound echoed off the walls. There was no time for her to come down from the pleasure as his lips circled her clit and started to suck inside his mouth. The intense sensation was more than she could stand. Crying out, she sank her fingers into his hair.
“No.” He stopped licking her clit to grab her hands. “You’re not the one in charge here. I am, and you keep your hands right by your sides.”
She moaned as he attacked her pussy, flicking his tongue over the bud then sucking it into his mouth. Not one part of her body made any sense to her. She was his to do with as he wished.
He slid his tongue down to penetrate her cunt. She heard him moaning as he swallowed down her cream.
His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding inside her. “I’m not going to stop until you come all over my fingers. Come for me, Lydia. Let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze me.”
She cried out, moaning as he was relentless in his torture. He wouldn’t let her go and just kept licking her pussy. She was so close to the edge of bliss but couldn’t seem to find that peak.
Henry plunged three fingers inside her and sucked on her clit. She came apart screaming his name as he gave her so much pleasure. He gripped her ass as her legs started to fail her.
Seconds later he stood up, staring into her eyes. “You’ve got the tastiest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of licking.”
She watched him lick the cream from around his lips.
“Wrap your legs around me?”
“I’m too heavy.”
“Put your legs around me, now.”
Lydia didn’t know if this was going to go how he imagined. She wasn’t a light woman, but she did as he asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Now, put your hands around my neck.”
Biting her lip, unsure of what he actually wanted, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The grip he had on her ass tightened. She squeaked at the slight pain, but suddenly she was no longer resting against the wall. He was carrying her toward the bedroom. The door was already open, and he dropped her to the edge of the bed.
“Keep those eyes on me.”
She didn’t drop her gaze doing exactly as he asked by keeping her eyes on him. Lydia liked his dominance and the way he ordered her to do certain things.
He gripped his buckle and started to release his pants. She’d never seen anything so sensual in all of her life. His body was large and muscular. She couldn’t believe he’d carried her across his apartment without stumbling or breaking a sweat.
Lowering the zipper on his pants he slid them down until they fell onto the floor. At least, she thought they were on the floor but she couldn’t see as she kept her gaze on his face.
The desire to look down at the evidence of his arousal was intense. She made sure to keep her gaze on his.
“I bet you’d have been the perfect pupil at school.”
“Not at all.” She smiled back up at him. “I was far from the best pupil.”
“You’ll do as I ask but not what a teacher wants?”
She shook her head. “I get something out of it here.”
He stared back at her for several minutes. “You can lower your eyes.”
Lydia kept her gaze on his face for a short time. When she could no longer stand to not look she dropped her gaze to the rock hard length of his cock.
Wow.
For the last three weeks she’d been wondering about his dick. Would he be long or thick, short or wide? She didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t the sheer perfection she saw.
He wrapped his fingers around the length, moving them up and down in his own rhythm.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She looked up at him. “You’re, erm, bigger than I imagined.”
“Is that a good thing that you imagined I was smaller?”
Lydia smiled. “No. Just think that you’re always going to surprise me.”
“Touch me.” He reached for her hand and wrapped her fingers around the length of him.
The length of his dick was silky smooth to the touch but rock hard. She heard him hiss as she ran her hand up and down his length. The tip leaked pre-cum.
“Do you want to taste me?”
She’d never liked sucking a man’s dick before. Henry was different. She wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure that he gave her. The feel of his lips and tongue on her body drove her wild.
“Yes.”
“Open those plump lips and get ready to take me.”