Slice of Desire, page 15
It doesn’t do a damn thing to reign in my anger, but I keep quiet as the room heats up. I close the door and she watches, before she shifts over and opens it up a crack. I don’t know how that helps, but she doesn’t adjust anything else as she strips down, shedding the layers.
And dammit, she’s beautiful underneath it all.
Her curves are soft and luscious. I’ve seen them before but only in pieces, the layers of clothing getting in my way. There’s no artwork on her skin, but there are a few freckles near her collarbone and when the makeup rubs off, across the bridge of her nose, too. She does a good job hiding them.
Her breasts are perky, smaller than some of the women at the club who flaunt it, but the perfect size for her slim form. Her hair falls down nearly to her waist in a straight sheet of blonde, framing the top of her ass when she bends to kick off the last bit of clothing.
When she straightens, she’s blushing. “You’re hard.”
“You have that effect on me.”
Her eyes drop again, and I let her get into the shower first. It’s frosted glass, so I can make out her outlines but not the rest of her. It’s all the privacy I can force myself to give her while I’m still this worked up.
Stepping in, she’s eyeing my shampoo bottle, the water rushing over her skin and down each curve I just admired. Her covered wrist is away from the spray of the water, but it’s only a matter of time before that gets wet too with the way she’s standing. She doesn’t look up, keeping her gaze on the bottle, and I slide in behind her. She wasn’t wrong, my cock is hard as I stare at her, but she doesn’t react to the feel of me crowding her space.
Instead, she turns and glances up at me. “Do you think Myla was right?”
My brows lift. She might be able to kill my hard-on after all, even if I’m in the middle of admiring her fully naked for the first time. “What?”
“About Chad,” she grumbles, continuing to kill the mood. “She warned me to stay away from him and I didn’t.” She hesitates. “I couldn’t, not when he got in my face.”
I clench my jaw, hating myself for what’s next. “You mentioned something about a recording. Did he have something on you?”
She hesitates, and I’m ready to argue again. But maybe the night wore on her and she’s ready to stop dodging every question. “He made some audio recording of us in… in the office.” She squirms. “When I called you Daddy.”
My eyes narrow. There’s two doors and one has a key code to get to the office. They aren’t security doors, which I always thought was a design flaw that Vinny didn’t get around to fixing, but that’s two solid doors and a staircase. So how did he get a recording that good and clear? I’m having doubts. “That’s why you got close to him?”
“I got close to him because he tricked me.” She scrubs a hand over her face, spraying us both with water. “I didn't think to message you because I didn’t want another lecture. And asking Russell to check on anything didn’t even occur to me. I just… went with it. He pressured me, saying I had to do this tonight or he’d share it. There would be backlash if it got out, and after Jo-”
I tense when she cuts herself off, looking away. Jo has a lot going on, and I never considered what happened with her had affected her family. I barely knew about her cousin until recently, and I hadn’t thought about how Jo’s experiences might impact Serenity. She’s paranoid to the point of self destruction, and it got in the way of her ability to trust me, or anyone else, to help her.
“Let’s not talk about Jo right now,” I say eventually. Talking about all that will just piss me off again, and then we won’t get anywhere.
I want to hear that recording though. My doubts are sky high that he got a clear audio recording through two doors. Even with one open it doesn’t make any sense.
She shrugs at my words. “I did a dumb thing listening to him. I…” She taps her fingertips on the shampoo bottle again before setting it back on the shelf. “I tried to be good. I always go out with my friends. Or I did back home before we moved. I never partied alone so I would be safe. I didn’t even let Chad order me a drink.” She laughs humorlessly, looking back up at me. “But he still slipped something into my drink, didn’t he? That makes sense, right? He gave me something and that’s the headache and the weird memory thing.”
“Memory thing?”
“It’s hazy,” she explains. “Parts make sense. But others are blurry. Then he slapped that handcuff around my wrist and I kneed him in the balls. I didn’t expect him to do that and I didn’t want to do anything with him to begin with. I just wanted to be his arm candy for the night like he said so I could get the audio back.”
I frown, and she looks away to tilt her head back into the water. “You had no reason to believe he would hold up his end of the bargain.”
“At the time it seemed like a good idea.”
It sounds like a stupid idea, but I don’t tell her that. She’s come to that conclusion herself without needing me to voice it.
My knuckles sting in the hot water, but it feels good raining down on the rest of me after today. Having Serenity in my house helps me relax some and her dad might be a control freak but he isn’t going to try and break in here or anything stupid. Chad is probably still in the hospital, so I don’t need to fret about that either.
When she looks back up, her eyes are misty. Not just red but on the verge of crying again. We both learned how bad I am at comforting after last time. “I don’t want to feel anymore.”
I nod slowly, watching the emotions flicker past her face. “Okay-”
“I don’t want to feel anything,” she continues, stepping closer to wrap her arms around my neck. Her hair is soaked and sticks to my arms, but the smell that’s followed us around is long gone. “Please.”
My eyes darken, and even though I usually have no problems fulfilling that request I hesitate. Her eyes are still all wrong, and she could be under the influence still. I tried asking in the car. Going to the hospital to see if she was drugged got vetoed a couple times on the drive, and if I forced her to go, I’d lose the bits of trust she’d given me.
I might call her little one, but I won’t use her when she’s out of her mind. I’m a dick if I take avantage of her and fuck her right now. That doesn’t mean I can’t make her feel good and put all the focus on her. I can morally reason that away in my head.
Like she’s reading my thoughts, she digs her nails into my arms. “Please. I’m giving you my permission. I just don’t want to think anymore. I need to turn my mind off for a few minutes.”
I really believe she means that. She needs something to separate herself from the night and she thinks I can do that for her. Remembering something I learned not long ago, I grasp her chin and force her to keep looking at me. “I can do more if you’re ready, little one.”
“More?”
“You expressed an interest in sensory deprivation. I wouldn’t push you all the way tonight, but water is great for shutting off your senses. Consider it a test run.”
She hesitates, nibbling on that fat bottom lip before she nods slowly. “Okay.”
“Do you have a safe word for me?”
Surprise flickers across her face. I’ve never brought that up before, but she more than knows what it means after spending three solid months at the club. “Doe.”
I snort. Of fucking course she’d come up with something like that. “Okay, Doe Eyes, let’s see if you can handle it. I’ll make you see the stars again.”
She opens her mouth to question me, and I press a hand over her lips. “No. Put a little faith in me and I’ll make you soar.”
Her eyes darken when she nods, and I reach behind her to the hand towel I have in here. Wetting it until it’s soaked in warm water, I ring it out and slowly tilt her head back, placing the towel over her eyes. Her nose wrinkles but she doesn’t protest.
Kicking her feet wider with my own, I grab the back of her head and tilt her face back so the water rushes over her ears, slightly distorting the sounds around the bathroom. When I find an angle that doesn’t look like she’s going to move and ruin the moment, I release her neck.
Grabbing her hands, I place them on either wall of the shower. It’s a tight fit, so each finger can easily touch either side. “Hands here. You move, I stop.”
“Yes.”
I reach out, dragging a fingertip across her exposed, soaking body. I let my hands trail across her chest, circling each nipple without touching. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Falling to my knees, I keep one hand stretched above to pinch a nipple. She lets out a little whine, followed by a full moan when I lean forward to suck on her clit. Her squeal when I run my piercing over her sensitive skin reminds me just how loud I can make her scream if she lets me play.
I desperately want to fill her up tonight, but something tells me it might not be the right time. She’s exhausted and she’s been drugged. I need to tread lightly.
Massaging her nipple, I use my free hand to drag across her pussy, finding her already wet. I know I can do more than that, easing one long finger into her tight little body.
She cries out, but not nearly loudly enough. I speak up, ensuring I’m loud enough to hear past the water. “Better. Keep going, little one.”
She shakes, and it must be the high from tonight that lets her get this worked up this fast. Maybe she’s bottling up more than I realized.
Sliding my tongue down her body until I reach the pussy that I love to taste, I remove my hand to reach down and stroke my cock. She pants the longer I tease her with slow, precise circles on the outside of her pussy, her knees trying and failing to meet so she can hide from my attention.
“Don’t get shy on me now. You’re my version of sin, Serenity, and I’m going to enjoy a bigger slice of you every chance I get.”
Locking my lips around her pussy I drag the flat of my tongue along her center, and she lets out a shuddering cry. Her legs shake as she tries to stay upright, her pants echoing around the room. I tease, getting her close to the edge as I tongue-fuck her.
Releasing her nipple, I use that hand to brace her back as she trembles. Arching against my palm, I continue to pump my dick as I tease her closer to the edge.
Serenity moans, her hands slipping on the walls. “Daddy Emeric…”
It’s going to do me in. I’m going to fucking die at the sweet sound of my name on her lips. Moaning against her pussy makes her buck into my mouth.
My hand picks up speed just like my tongue until she shudders, her voice a mixture of pleasure and a cry. “Emeric!”
I pull back just enough to recognize the water splashing across me, speaking up so she can hear. “That’s it, little one. Say my name.”
“Emeric!”
She’s right there, I can feel it in the way her legs lock around me and she begs between the sobs. Releasing my cock I reach up, adding a single finger into her pussy, and she comes with a mind-shattering scream.
Lapping her up just makes my cock harder, and I’m fisting myself when she pants and slowly comes back to reality. Her hand leaves the wall to find the towel, and she chucks it on the floor to my left. She glances down, finding my face still between her legs, and moans again.
“You look good down there,” she pants, but her voice is shy. I chuckle against her pussy, watching as she shudders at the sensation, before pulling back.
“I’ll serve you, and only you, on my knees. I kneel for no one else.”
Serenity whimpers, before noticing the fast rhythm of my hand. She sinks down, the cooling water splashing us both, and fists her hand over mine.
“If you cum for me on your knees, I’ll lick it up for you.”
Who the hell is this woman?
Her words are delivered with confidence, but her body language still screams shy. Still, the very idea makes my balls tighten, and I can’t recall the last time I came for someone from words alone.
Her opposite hand shifts to her pussy, and I’m done for. Grunting, hot ropes of cum shoot from the head of my dick, startling her as she pulls her hand back.
True to her word, she gives me a few more moments to pump my hand before she leans over, wet hair and all, and licks the cum off my thighs and cock. My dick twitches at the feel, and she sits up with a gasp when she’s finished with me.
“Such a good girl,” I grunt, standing. After a few moments she stands as well, accepting help from my outstretched hand.
I don’t wait for what’s next. Instead I grab the shampoo she abandoned, squirting out a healthy bit of product, before rubbing it through my hands and reaching for her hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh, little one.” I massage her scalp, watching her eyes slowly close once more. “It’s been a very, very stressful day. It’s time to let Daddy take care of you.”
She nods, turning to putty in my hands, and I take care to wash the ick out of the ends of her hair, getting the shampoo then conditioner out with practiced ease. My hair might not be as long as hers, but she deserves to feel good when morning comes and a good scalp massage can do wonders. Fuck knows what will happen next.
My burning questions about her father and Chad die as we step out and she runs a towel over her hair before going to my bed. I follow, barely dressed in my boxers, as she casts off the towel and slinks into my bed.
Guardedly, her eyes watch me as I turn down the lights for bed, the exhaustion that plagues her suddenly hitting me, too. When I slip into bed on top of the sheets she’s under, she stares at me for many moments.
I almost think she’s falling asleep until she speaks. “Hey, Emeric?”
“Hmm?” I ask, glancing down at her.
She hesitates, biting her lip. When her eyes blink back up at me, there’s a dreamy look in them. “I… hate you.”
But she doesn’t say it with spite. There’s kindness, and an undertone of love in her words.
It makes my chest tighten, and a sense of both happiness and unease settles over me as she blinks again, sleep threatening to take her. “I hate you, too.”
18 Emeric
Planning to leave Serenity at home later that day to go into work is kind of like signing my death certificate. She wakes up pretty decent for a person that relies on so much caffeine to survive, but the rage doesn’t kick in until I admit that I plan on going in alone.
“You aren’t going to abandon me here,” she all but screams. That dilated look is gone from her eyes, and the headache she kept complaining about seems to have disappeared too.
“I’m not abandoning you,” I grumble, eyeing her. “You had a bullshit night. You can do all the auction shit you want from the house. But you don’t need to be handling work today.”
She lifts her chin, ready to fight me like usual. “You didn’t answer any auction questions, did you?”
I shrug. “I can redirect questions for one more day. People can leave them with me or email you. We can get back to them.”
“Ha!” she scoffs. “There’s a lot more to it than that.”
“Oh, I know,” I reminded her. “I’ve done this before.”
She pops out a hip, glaring at me in yesterday's outfit. She looks significantly better without the vomit in her hair. “I don’t want to work from home.”
“You won’t,” I reply, the corner of my mouth lifting. “You’re still out of your house.”
She snarls, slamming down the mug of coffee I gave her with too much aggression. “You’re missing the point!”
I shrug, leaning down to get into her space. “Would you like to come in and face Anita and Russell? They both know something serious happened, and I’m sure your doctor friend will want to check you over.”
Frowning, she looks away. “I need to remove Chad from the system.”
“Doe Eyes, that's already done. You think I saw what he dared to do to you and left him on the list? He’s lucky some morgue isn’t adding him to the death toll for May.”
She blinks, turning her attention back to me. “You killed him?”
“Not quite. But it was pretty damn tempting after he dared to put his hands on you.”
Slowly, she nods. Mentioning Chad seems to sober her up some. There’s still some gray area on what happened, but I made sure Nate knew to delete Chad from the system, and if he couldn’t figure it out I’m positive Russell helped. When I have time, I hope to boot Skai out too for letting him in through the side door.
“One day,” she mutters. “I will do one day of work at your house if your home computer works well enough and I can get all the auction paperwork uploaded online. Then we can get the members who want to participate and split them up with new people who may want to join.”
All of that sounds like a headache to me. “Fine. It’s in the living room. I’ll get you set up. I have a little extra time today since my class is canceled-”
“It is?” she asks, stress creasing her brow. “Is it a good idea to cancel those classes?”
“It’s my class, so it’s my choice. And I’m in no mood to teach people how to strip today.” I sent out an email to anyone who signed up, and I didn’t offer an explanation. I can barely handle going in right now when I’d prefer to be here, making sure she’s safe. But I’m going to suffocate her if I keep staring her down, and it’ll be good to take a breather.
She glances away, and I know once again she probably wants to argue. I turn from her, marching into the living room to help her set up just as my phone buzzes. The caller-ID makes me want to groan. It should be Vinny, but it might be Jo, and either one of them is going to give me a horrific headache.
I silence the call. That’s something I can deal with at work, not here while I try to get her situated. For a few minutes I’d like to be around Serenity and not have stress-filled moments.
~~~
“Huh. Did you break any teeth?”
“That’s what you’re focused on?” I growl through the phone, taking to the call on my way to work. I’ve already got a message from Serenity, and I know she’s going to give me shit for asking her to relax for a day. “Not on the fact that I beat the hell out of a club member?”
