“No,” he snarled shortly.
Oh god! How could she stop herself from coming? She’d never had to do that before. But she could only imagine what sort of awful, dreadful punishment Daniel would come up with for her if she came without his permission. Like maybe not letting her come again the next five times they had sex. God forbid! He was exactly that kind of an evil, plotting jackass.
She tried to think of puppies. Puppies are not sexy. Then she tried to think of lemons. She hated lemons. Then she tried to think of her severe grandma.
Oh god. Oh god. oh god.
Their sweat combined with her fluids to make the crack of her ass slippery where he held her up. His fingers explored the seam, delving closer and closer to her tiny puckered asshole. Despite her relative experience in bed and her exploratory nature, Addison had never tried anal play with a partner before. She was too much of a control freak to let anyone try it. She was in no way surprised that Daniel was going to take her there one day if not today. He would want every part of her for himself.
“Daniel…” she yelled, stiffening against him and bowing forward as one of his fingertips eased into her back hole.
“Easy, baby,” his breathing became heavier as he pushed the finger further in. She felt the unbearable flare of his cock. The tightening of her passage combined with the finger in her ass was almost more than she could bear. She shrieked and thrashed against her bonds.
“Come for me now, Addison,” he snarled and leaned forward to bite down on her nipple.
The streak of pain shot through her body and shorted out her brain like the strike of a lightning bolt. Everything inside of her went white with pleasure. Addison screamed and screamed as she came. She felt a gush of liquid between her thighs as she orgasmed. Then she felt the spasms of his cock buried tightly in her body as Daniel followed her with his own powerful orgasm.
Her body collapsed helplessly against him. She trusted him to keep holding her up and not let her fall and get hurt, though she wasn’t sure how he was able to continue standing after such a rush. Because Addison was completely done. She couldn’t imagine having to use a single extra muscle at the moment. Not even if the apocalypse happened.
Her brain drifted into oblivion and she noticed in a peripheral sort of way as Daniel lifted her up enough to unstrap the binding from her wrists. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the washroom where he showered her like she was some kind of precious rag doll. He even washed her hair for her, using her favourite shampoo and conditioner. She could tell from the unique peppermint smell.
He dried her off and then carried her back to the bed where he tucked her in. He moved away from her. Addison’s eyes filled up with tears. She couldn’t bear being alone after what they had done. It felt too intimate. She knew he didn't do girlfriends and relationships… but she just couldn't be alone. It was too much.
“Daniel…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
She felt him pause by the bed. “Don’t.”
She tried not to care. She rolled away from him and snuggled into the comforter, pulling it up to her chin with a sniff. She didn’t understand why, if he wouldn’t sleep with her, he insisted on keeping her all alone in this huge bed in this dingy little place that wasn’t even a proper apartment. She would be far more comfortable in her own bed. Of course, she knew better than to argue with him about it.
Despite her attempt at not caring, tears leaked out and rolled down her cheeks. She huddled into the pillows and drew her legs up. She cried out when her knee touched a sore nipple. Daniel reached out and rolled her roughly on her back. He pulled the blankets away and touched her nipples, his fingers gentle, despite the sudden darkness she felt in his mood.
“Does it hurt?” he asked bleakly. “That why you’re crying?”
“Yes,” she whispered, taking the easy out.
They both knew she was lying. He told her not to move and stood up. He left the apartment and came back with a cream that he smoothed over her reddened chest. Then he rolled her over and rubbed it over her bottom. She felt the accidental brush of his erection against her hip and realized he wanted to have sex with her again despite the intensity of the session they had just finished.
She shivered and pulled the covers up over her body expecting him to move away now that he’d soothed away the pain. Instead, he laid down next to her on top of the covers, similar to the way he’d done the first night he brought her to his place. He didn’t touch her and he didn't speak to her, but he stayed with her until she fell asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
“You came,” Claudia said warmly, stepping off the elevator into the lobby of King Tower. Her current bodyguard-of-the-day stepped off with her and eyed the person she was meeting with some apprehension. “I have to admit, I’m pleasantly surprised.”
She held her hand out to the giant Russian enforcer who engulfed it in one of his massive paws. He grinned down at her through his beard. She eyed the vicious looking tattoos that covered every available inch of skin and wondered if she’d made the right choice in taking Addison’s advice. She simply hadn’t been able to think of anyone else that owed her a favour on such short notice.
“Was curious,” Boris Grekov rumbled in his deeply accented voice, staring at her bodyguard in a way that suggested he might break the other man’s legs with astonishing ease and some enjoyment. “Boss thought you might be angry at Russians after King found you.”
Claudia sighed. “Can you please stop looking at Tristan like that. He's all I have for now.” Boris’ eyes moved back to Claudia’s face and softened.
“Heard about your ordeal,” he said the word ‘ordeal’ awkwardly like he was testing out a new word. “Vladimir sends his condolences as do I. If you need future help, you must come to us.”
“Like I did last time?” she asked archly.
Boris had the gall to look hurt. “You were running from wrong man.”
“I didn't know that,” she said, taking his arm and indicating they should get back on the elevator. He graciously allowed her to lead him. “You’re lucky that turned out okay or I would probably stay mad. I can hold a pretty mean grudge when I want to.”
He grinned mischievously. “I think you the lucky one, Ms. Cantore.”
