Flesh: Part Six (The Flesh Series Book 6) (3 page)

“
I think I'm
ready to go.” I stare at the bold letters on Janice's ass,
trying to bite back my anger.

I'm not sure why I'm
so irrationally mad. Janice wouldn't care that her Dom plastered such
a derogatory word across her backside. Heck, it would probably just
turn her on more. It infuriates me though. Even seeing the word
changes my mood completely.

“
Too intense
for you?” Lucian asks, and I can tell he's a bit displeased by
my reaction.

“
I'm getting
tired,” I lie, glancing down at my watch to make sure it's not
ridiculously early. Thankfully, it's a little past eleven.

“
They're
probably going to be at it for a while.” He nods towards Janice
and her Sir.

My shoulders slump.
He's right. It's not like I can pull Janice out of her scene just
because I don't like it and want to leave.

“
You know
what, I'll just call a cab.” I turn and start walking out of
the dungeon. The thought of staring at the word 'slut' one second
longer is driving me crazy. I need to get out of this area before I
have a meltdown.

“
Or, we could
go back to my place.” Lucian takes long strides to catch up
with me.

I look down at the
bulge in his pants. It's not for me. It's for her. I don't want him
if he's just going to be thinking about my best friend when we're
fucking.

“
I really am
tired, Lucian,” I lie again.

“
Then let me
take you home.”

“
I don't want
to burden you. This is your thing. You're having fun. Stay.” I
can't even meet his gaze as I talk. All I can think about is going
outside and getting some air. Fleshfest has filled up a lot, and it
seems like there's a shortage of oxygen. That's probably just my
anxiety talking though.

“
To be honest,
I'm a little tired too. Let me take you home, and then I'll go home
afterward.”

It sounds almost
like he's trying to convince me that he's not such a bad guy, that
his interests don't lie exclusively with the BDSM scene. I'm probably
reading that wrong though.

“
Fine. You can
take me home,” I relent. Anything to get me away from here
faster.

Lucian digs his cell
phone out of his pocket and makes a quick phone call. For a second, I
wonder who he's calling at a time like this, but then I realize he's
talking to a driver.

When we step
outside, it feels like I can breathe again. I inhale deeply, taking
in the scent of cement and dirt and the city. It's not the most
pleasant smell, but it's better than the sweat and leather I was
getting from Fleshfest.

Within seconds, a
limousine is pulling up in front of us. A man steps out to open the
door. Lucian puts his hand on the small of my back, herding me again,
and I step into the limo, trying not to be mesmerized by how
luxurious it is inside. The seats are done in black leather, and
there's a minibar taking up one whole side of the vehicle. Briefly, I
wonder if Lucian is going to pour me a drink. After the night I've
had, I could really use one.

Lucian crawls into
the limo beside me, and the driver closes the door behind us. When he
steps back into the driver's seat, he pulls open the little window
separating the compartments and asks for my address. I rattle it off
to him quickly before getting comfortable next to Lucian.

“
So, what did
you think of Fleshfest?” Lucian asks.

“
It's not
really my thing,” I admit, even though I know it will displease
him.

“
It was just
your first time. It's a little awkward for everyone the first time
around.”

“
Was it
awkward for you?” I turn to face him.

“
Yes.”
He smiles.

“
How did you
get into the lifestyle anyway?” I'm genuinely interested. In
fact, I've been wondering about that for a while.

“
We'll talk
about that some other time.” Lucian urges me onto his lap with
a wolfish grin. “For now, I just want to enjoy what little time
I have left with you tonight.”

It's a sweet thing
to say. I climb onto his lap and rest my head against his chest,
trying to relax—trying to have a romantic moment—but he
has other things in mind.

His hands begin to
wander. First, they wrap around my waist, his thumbs lazily rubbing
the bottom of my latex top back and forth as he cranes his head to
kiss my neck. For a second, I think about telling him to stop. I'm
really not in the mood, but I do enjoy the affection.

His lips press
tenderly against my throat. Then he flicks his tongue out to taste my
skin. I feel the first tremor of arousal as his grip tightens around
me. Already, his manhood is poking at my ass. The thin latex skirt
I'm wearing does little to hide it.

It's not until one
of his hands moves up the front of my blouse to grab the zipper at my
cleavage that I decide he's taking things too far. I place my hand on
top of his, curling it around his fingers. “Lucian, not right
now.”

“
But you're so
sexy right now. I want you so badly,” he whispers against my
ear. His breath is hot, his words infused with lust. My clit throbs
in surrender, and I know I don't really want to resist him.

Weakly, my fingers
fall from his hand. He draws my zipper down, and his hand makes its
way inside my top, sliding over the slope of my breast to grab at my
nipple. When he pinches it between two fingertips, I moan softly,
turning my head to find his lips.

The kiss is
explosive, so deep and passionate, and quickly becoming aggressive. I
maneuver myself around, turning to straddle him, ever aware that my
skirt is straining, pressing hard against my thighs as I try not to
let the material ride too far up.

The space is
cramped, but I use it to my advantage. Lucian has allowed me to touch
him tonight more than he ever has before. I decide to test my luck by
holding his face in my hands while we kiss. The stubble on his cheeks
and chin makes me want to giggle, though I don't know why. Probably
because I'm just so damn giddy from touching him.

He wraps his arms
around me, pressing me down on top of him. I can feel his dick
rubbing against the fabric of my panties, yearning to get under them.
I taste his lips, nibbling and savoring them. They're so soft. I just
want to kiss them all night.

Lucian's fingers
find their way into my hair, and it takes me a minute to realize that
he's pulling the tie out of my bun. I can't help but smirk at how
much he loves me with my hair down. If it pleases him though, I have
no problem with it.

As soon as the tie
comes loose, I shake my head so that my long brown hair cascades over
my shoulders. Lucian threads his fingers into it, looking at me with
such adoration that it makes me swoon.

“
My God,
you're beautiful,” he tells me before his lips seek mine again.

I close my eyes as
his tongue begs entry into my mouth, and I allow it. His kiss and
hands and body are all so needy that it doesn't take long before my
hormones are following suit. I want him badly. Now I'm beginning to
wish I would have let him take me to his house. Maybe he'll be
willing to come into my apartment for a while. Then we can have sex
in my room. I've never had sex in my apartment before. The thought
makes me feel naughty, though I'm not sure why. It's a reminder of
how stupidly innocent I am. And the feel of his skillful hands on my
body is a reminder of how not innocent he is. I don't care though. To
be honest, it only excites me more. I love that he knows what he's
doing—knows exactly how to turn me on and make me his.

The sound of my
zipper being pulled down even farther causes me to give pause. If he
lowers it much more, my boobs are going to pop right out.

“
Nu uh. Bad
boy.” I tap his nose with my fingertip before moving to pull my
zipper back up.

Lucian grabs my
hands to stop me, and the look in his eyes is absolutely devilish.
“You haven't even seen bad yet, my dear.”

He places my hands
in the small space between us where our bodies connect. For a second,
I think he's going to make me touch his cock, but he doesn't. The
moment that my hands are down, he reaches up and plunges his hands
into the sides of my top, pulling it so that my breasts spill free.

I gasp, completely
shocked by the forcefulness of his actions. Fearing that the driver
will see me, I quickly move to shove my tits back in my shirt, but
before I have a chance, Lucian's hands are on my wrists, holding them
down.

“
No,” he
says firmly.

“
What if he
can see us?” my voice is a hiss as my eyes dart from Lucian's
face to the little window that the driver opened earlier.

“
He
can
see us.”

“
Lucian, I'm
not into this,” I insist.

“
But you are
into this.” He lets my wrists go, groping both of my breasts
instead. His head dips to take one of my nipples into his mouth, and
I whimper slightly as he pinches it between his teeth. The small bite
of pleasure-pain sends a shiver down my spine and makes my hips buck
against him. He's absolutely evil.

I curl my fingers
into his hair to pull him off of me, but he doesn't relent. His mouth
nibbles and sucks and licks until I'm panting and weak. It only takes
a moment for me to become acutely aware that he's letting me touch
his hair.
My fingers are in his hair.
I've wanted this for so
long, and since he won't let me go, I decide to enjoy it.

I bite my bottom lip
as the sensation of his tongue swirling around my breast takes me to
a euphoric place and makes my sex clench. All the while, I tighten
and loosen my grip in his hair in time with my pleasure. It feels
amazing being with him like this—not being tied up. Sure, he's
still in control, but I'm also getting to enjoy things that I never
have before with him. It's like I'm tasting a little piece of heaven,
even though he's giving me hell for it.

“
I could suck
your tits all day,” Lucian mumbles as he moves from one breast
to the other.

I glance back at the
driver but can't really see him through the tinted window. Maybe he
can't see us after all, despite what Lucian said. He probably just
told me that to make me uncomfortable.

After a while,
Lucian finally comes up for air. He inhales deeply before nipping at
my bottom lip and drawing me into another series of kisses. I rest my
body against his, my nipples beading hard against the mesh of his
skirt. The grating of the material feels interesting and pleasurable,
and I find myself rubbing on him a bit to keep the stimulation going.

“
You're far
more sexual than you give yourself credit for,” Lucian whispers
as he kisses a path to my ear. His teeth clip my earlobe so hard that
I cry out.

“
Ow.” I
pull back, touching the place where he bit me. When I look at my
fingers, there's blood. “Wow.” I just stare at it, not
sure what to say.

He doesn't
apologize. In fact, it seems like making me bleed was all a part of
his plan.

His hands clutch the
bottom of my skirt, forcing it up over my ass.

“
Lucian.”
I try to push it back down, but he won't let me.

“
When are you
going to learn to call me Sir?” He leans in and sucks on my
bleeding earlobe. There's something incredibly erotic about it, and I
find myself relaxing. It feels almost like I'm melting against him,
breaking down into a puddle of pure pleasure. I don't want the driver
to see us, but I also don't want Lucian to stop.

He slips his fingers
into the front of my underwear, tracing down and over my mound before
finding the seam of my sex. He presses between my folds, but it's a
bit hard for him to reach with my underwear giving so much
resistance.

“
Take these
off.” He gently smacks my ass to urge me up.

“
No.” I
don't move.

“
Take them
off, or I'll rip them off,” he growls.

“
I'm not
taking them off.” I knit my brows at him.

He curls his fingers
around the front of my underwear and rips it with one quick, hard
tug. It was half-expected—partially wanted—but I still
gasp.

“
Lucian
Reddick, what in the hell is wrong with you?” I slap at his
chest.