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CHAPTER 12

S ara

Oh, God. What the hell was I doing here? With him. The God of men.

I had to be out of my mind to undress in front of a stranger and to allow him to… defile me. Was there any other word that worked as well at this point? No.

I was tingling all over from the fact I was wearing a collar and leash plus what he was doing. Him. Zachariah Blackwell, king of virtual reality games. He was licking up every drop of expensive champagne off my skin. The man was thirsty, so much so every sound he made was a growl like an animal in the wild. I was shocked at how scintillating the sensations had become, taking electricity to an entirely different level.

If the man was intent on driving me wild, he was doing a damn good job.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, rolling my fingers through his long strands of hair. If he was unhappy with my actions, who the hell would know? He was too busy concentrating on feasting on me as if I was his last meal before execution. The thought brought a series of crazy images into my mind.

I kept my toes pointed, my legs tense and in place, but I couldn’t help tossing my head back and forth as the pleasure became extreme. I couldn’t even remember the last time a man had feasted on me as if I was the most important creature on earth. He was taking his time, savoring every drop, every few seconds studying my reaction.

Meanwhile, I was moaning, unable to keep the guttural sounds to myself. How could I? I was enthralled by the vibrations dancing down to my toes, more than shocked he was driving me close to euphoria then pulling back. This was crazy, so intensely excellent I couldn’t imagine what else the man had in store.

He lazily swirled his tongue around my clit several times, the growl coming from his throat increasing in volume. When he drove both his tongue and several fingers into my tight channel, I jerked up from the counter. That prompted him to tug on the leash, a reminder that I was to obey him. What was I doing wrong?

I tried to keep my wits about me as his actions became even more brutal, using four flexed fingers to drive me to the point of the most intense orgasm I’d had in my life. And I’d experienced very few in my adult years.

He pinched my nipple, twisting the tender bud and I was thrown into that moment where all time had stopped and there were no other sounds but my strangled moans.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I had no clue how often I’d repeated the same word, but between the pain and pleasure, I was pitched headfirst into an incredible climax. He licked furiously, continuing to pump his fingers inside while sucking on my tender clit.

I was losing my mind, but what a delicious way to go. Panting, I grabbed one edge of the counter, still reeling from the effects. He wasn’t finished with me yet, slowing his actions just like he’d done before. Within seconds, I was close again, no longer able to feel my fingers or toes. He was an expert, learning every nuance, listening to every sound I made.

And there were several. Now I was the one who sounded like a beast.

Zach quickly brought me to another mind-blowing orgasm, leaving my toes tingling and my pulse racing. I was dragged up from the counter again, staring up at the ceiling and unable to blink. Or think. Or breathe.

The way he was feasting was incredible, pushing me to the limits of sheer ecstasy. Being lost in the power of his hold over me was amazing, although I knew somewhere in the back of my mind it wasn’t real nor would it last. Dawn had just broken over the horizon, sunlight beginning to stream in from the open blinds.

Daylight reminded me this was nothing but sheer fantasy. At least I’d have something incredible to remember the insane night by.

As I started to come down from what felt like a fever, he slowed his actions, now pressing kisses on my inner thighs. I was soaked, perspiration licking across my face and neck.

He finally rose to his full height, wiping his mouth as he peered down at me. I sensed he had more up his sleeve. When he’d checked in, he’d kept me waiting in the lobby admiring the festive atmosphere while he’d spoken with an older woman he had a rapport with. I was still shaking, my legs aching from the intensity of the pleasurable session.

Seconds later, he refilled the glasses before grabbing the leash and pulling me up to a sitting position. When he placed one hand behind me, leaning in close, I could smell myself on him. I was aroused even more than before.

“Come. We’ve more to see and experience.”

I had no doubt of that. I couldn’t wait for the man to undress. I also couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have the full weight of his body pressed against mine. My eagerness was almost overwhelming.

He helped me off the counter and I swayed, my legs still shaky. Somehow, he managed to grab the bottle and both glasses with one hand, the leash with the other. He didn’t say anything else, merely led me toward the door.

“Open it,” he told me. Only then did I remember I had no clothes on.

Sheer embarrassment washed over me and I instantly covered myself. He bent his head down, nuzzling against my neck. “I can’t,” I admitted.

“You can and you will. You’re under my protection. Besides, I’m not ready to show you off to the world. Just yet anyway.” He laughed softly, the sound positively evil in the darkness.

I had no clue why his voice was so mesmerizing, but I did as I was told, opening the door and taking a deep breath. He pushed me gently until we were standing in the hallway. I hadn’t paid any attention before, but there didn’t appear to be any other doors on this floor, which was odd.

But that meant there were no other guests. He continued pushing me by the small of my back, finally lifting the leash and using it as a tether and a guide. He turned us to the right and that’s when I did notice a single door.

The exit sign over the door indicated a stairwell. He was taking me somewhere else. A moment of panic almost settled in. What the hell was he doing? What was I doing for that matter? I’d lost more than just my mind. I’d never done anything like this before in my life. I bounced between feeling excitement and terror as we walked down the stairs, a slight chill tingling my skin.

There were signs, including one to the lobby. We kept going, moving down three additional flights. I stopped at the bottom, twisting my head to peer up at him. His smile was laced with something mischievous and playful instead of ominous.

What was down here?

Now my curiosity was piqued as he crowded behind me, rubbing his heated body against mine.

“Close your eyes, Wild Kitty. Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

Famous last words. That’s what I was thinking even as I obeyed him once again. I heard rushing water and was stymied. A pool? As soon as he pushed me forward, my feet couldn’t understand what I was stepping on. A cold, hard surface with some ridges. What the hell?

“Did you wonder why I chose this location for our sinful tryst?” he asked in his deep voice.

“Yes. Why not a hotel?”

“Mmm… Because hotels are boring, typical in what you’ll find from state to state. Country to country. Not here. This is a true gem. Keep going. Just a few more feet. Don’t open your eyes.”

I didn’t, which was strange for me since any time I was told to do something, I usually did just the opposite. That was part of my personality. Much to my parents’ chagrin.

A few seconds later, I felt steam and heat, which warmed every inch of my naked body. The sound continued and I was more than curious as to what I’d see.

Zach finally stopped our progression, running his fingers down my spine. “Now, open your eyes.”

I did, unable to fathom what I was seeing. “A cave?”

He laughed. “Yes, a cave with a pool. And it’s all ours for the remainder of our time here.”

“All alone?”

“All alone.” He unfastened the leash, but didn’t remove the collar. I rubbed the thick leather, finding it strange that it was comfortable to wear. Maybe a little too much so. I’d never been exposed to true kink, other than investigating clubs on my computer. I’d never had the guts to indulge in the kind of dark sexual acts that it seemed so many found enjoyable.

My fantasies were the only things that kept me alive on lonely nights, dreams representing the twisted hungers I’d never admit to longing for.

“Go. Explore. Enjoy.”

“You’ve been here before,” I said, not really as a question. The answer was obvious.

“A few times. I’ve brought clients here. But I’ve never stayed.”

“Why now?” He didn’t answer. I took a few tentative steps forward, taking a deep breath of the various scents. There were tropical plants everywhere, kept alive from the odd lighting that also added a luminescent glow to the mounds of rocks. The pool had been carved from the stone instead of the substance being brought in. That had to be the case. No one would pay to have heavy rock brought in.

There were various small caverns and seating areas made from rock as well, the seats carved for comfort. At least that’s what it appeared like. I was certainly no expert.

I couldn’t help myself, placing a foot into the water as I admired the lights creating a dazzling array of colors. The water was warm, not like a hot tub but close.

“You can get in. I’ll be there shortly.”

His voice echoed in the dense space, over the sound of the waterfall at the end of the pool. The steps were smooth and soon I was in the water, a smile instantly crossing my face. I tingled all over in an entirely different way, savoring the moment since I knew I’d never be able to afford coming here on my own.

Why he’d brought me here was something he’d likely never tell me. We’d connected on a level I hadn’t thought possible. I dunked further in with a soft moan. As I turned around, I was rewarded with being able to watch him undress.

He was one of those men who didn’t bother with unbuttoning his shirt, jerking it off by the back collar instead. When his chest was exposed, I gasped from the sight of the intricate artwork that I’d barely caught a glimpse of. It was gorgeous, colorful in design and amazing work done by a true artist.

His eyes lit up when he noticed what I was staring at. He didn’t flex his muscles, but he might as well have. His arms were huge, his chest in perfect proportion and his abdomen holding twelve-pack abs. Was that even possible? With him anything seemed that way. The deep V cut offered promise of even more sinful things to come.

I licked my bottom lip when he kicked off his shoes, trying to keep my cool when I was ready to beg him to hurry and finish undressing. Who was I?

Zach’s expression continued to be dark, shadowed by the odd lighting. I moved closer, leaning over the rock edge of the pool and crossing my arms. He offered a wry look, almost a smirk as he unfastened his belt. He was the kind of man who never wanted to take his eyes off me, but he wasn’t worried, merely curious how I’d react.

Around him, being myself was easy. Another feat that surprised me. Few people understood the complexity that made up my system. Fewer still dared try to figure me out. I simply shut them down. This man had managed to crawl through several layers in a few short hours.

I leaned my head on my arms, still watching him, every muscle in my body tense from longing. My best friend had tried to push me into having a hot fling, but I’d laughed at her. Now I knew there was something magical about not knowing the other person. No responsibilities. No thoughts of the future. Just the here and now.

When he finally lowered his trousers, his cock was such a creation of beauty that it literally took my breath away. Full and thick, long and hard, the tip was already purple from the continued throbbing I’d felt.

His legs were just as muscular as everything else, the deep V defining his physique. He tossed his clothes away and rubbed the flats of his hands down his chest, taking a few seconds to tease me by stroking his cock.

Didn’t he know what he was doing to me?

As soon as he advanced toward the pool, I backed away, forced to tread water as it got deeper the further away I went. He didn’t waste any time nor did he hurry as he walked down the steps, his face as stern as when he’d placed the collar around my neck.

He wanted full control over me, something I’d never thought would occur. Fantasies were one thing. They were sane and easy to dissolve, and it was even easier to pretend they didn’t exist. This was entirely different. He was so powerful that even if I wanted to get away from him there wouldn’t be a chance to escape.

I should feel fear since I was all alone in an underground facility. I didn’t. I was too exhilarated. But I couldn’t help myself, continuing to tease him by moving further and further away. His eyes were twinkling as he came closer, wading through the water as if parting the liquid altogether.

The waterfall was closer, enough so my wicked mind took over. I dove under the water, kicking out and swimming quickly underneath the heavy spray. I’d also never had the opportunity to be this playful before. As soon as I came up from underneath, I expected him to be right there. I couldn’t even make out a figure past the heavy waterfall.

There was no way he’d left. He wouldn’t do that. Zach was the kind of man who’d never allow himself to lose a challenge.

Especially to a woman.

I shifted back and forth underneath the waterfall, searching for him, yet there was a moment of apprehension. I felt as if I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Being here was amazing, but what if my life was derailed? The thought was ridiculous of course. He didn’t even know my real name, which was exactly what I wanted. However, my instincts told me that the man could hunt and discover anything he craved.

And right now, he longed to conquer me.

The small space behind the rocks was just as incredible as the rest of the cave, a slight shoreline providing some relief from the constant spray. I dunked under the water again, coming up and immediately raking my fingers through my hair.

That was the very moment I felt his presence. Butterflies had remained in my stomach, but with his approach, the small creatures were swarming, building like a colony. Now my heart was thudding rapidly in my chest. How could one man have such an effect on me?

He didn’t bolt up from the water as I’d anticipated, merely easing from the rich blue depths like a venomous deep-water beast would do. His body glistened from beads of water, illuminated in an eerie way by the intense blue lighting. Every muscle seemed to stand out, his expression unreadable, but if I had to guess, I’d say he was riddled with wanton, possessive desire.

I backed away, knowing I’d never escape from his clutches. The thought was as alarming as it was spectacular. He was such a different man than I’d expected that I had no understanding of the way I felt about him.

Other than my yearning.

He moved through the water, creating no additional ripples. When he was only inches away, he cocked his head, his upper lip curling on both edges.

“You honestly believe you can escape from me?” His question seemed rhetorical given the fact we were in an underground cave, but there was something about his question that yanked at my breath.

As if we were both glimpsing into the future.

I blinked several times, contemplating doing exactly what he thought impossible. As soon as I moved through the water, he advanced like a true predator, wrapping one arm around my waist. The moment he jerked me against his body, I smashed my hands against his shoulders.

He laughed, the sound stranger than anything he’d issued before.

“Answer the question, Wild Kitty.”

Even his tone was different, more commanding. More demanding. It was as if I belonged to him and had for years. “You don’t even know me.”

“Perhaps not,” he agreed. “But I will.”

He dropped his head so quickly, crushing his lips against mine that I was thrown into a frenzy of need and want, eager to push every boundary I’d built.

He’d kissed me before, but this time the vibrations dancing through me were different. Even more electrifying. The only logical reason was that in the few hours of learning more about each other, the slight tether we shared had grown stronger. I had no clue how that was possible, but as stars exploded in front of my eyes, I sensed he felt the same.

His deep growls gave that away.

The moment he thrust his tongue inside my mouth, I moaned into the kiss, which he captured. He fisted my hair, holding me in place as he ground his hips back and forth. My God, how could a man be so well-endowed?

I was still trembling as he explored the wet, dark recesses of my mouth, dominating my tongue as if there was no question he was my master.

A strange spark of emotions quieted my hammering heart. He was meant to be in my life. He rolled one hand down my back, cupping my right butt cheek. I wrapped my legs around him, enjoying the buoyancy of the water as the splash of tingling crystals exploded over us.

Only there was no cooling of our passion. That wasn’t possible.

As he sucked on my tongue, I found myself melting into him, scratching his back with my nails as if marking him.

He refused to break the kiss even as he lifted me from the water. Reaching down, I struggled to touch and stroke his cock. I barely touched his cockhead, shuddering the moment I was able to wrap my fingers around the thick bulge. He wasn’t having any of my playfulness, jutting his hips forward and easily pushing my hand aside.

With ease, the tip of his cock pushed against my swollen folds. A single brutal thrust and he impaled me with the entire length of his shaft.

Unable to throw back my head as I wanted, I issued a loud moan that rivaled the sound of the beating water. His eyes were still unblinking, the wry grin on his face one of accomplishment and knowing. He was indeed the master of passion, capable of driving any woman out of her mind.

Zach pulled almost all the way out, just the tip of his cock remaining inside and I clawed his shoulders. My whimper was telling. I needed him, the craving turning much darker. He laughed softly, nuzzling my neck as he’d done before. This time, he bit down on my earlobe the second he plunged into me again.

My pussy muscles ached, stretching to accommodate his huge size. I was in heaven, keeping my eyes closed as he repeated the action.

Over and over again.

I clamped my knees against his hips, holding myself in place. Something told me he was amused, dead intent on requiring my surrender. I was breathless with wonder as he continued fucking me, driving in and out with intense purpose.

He walked backward until we were at the rocky shore. Everything about the man was completely controlled as he eased down onto one knee with me still in his arms. I reached down as he slowly lowered me down, the strange sensation of instant vertigo catching me off guard.

Laughing, I could tell the sound was laced with nervousness. He was grinning as he hovered over me, tugging both sides of my hair until the long strands were splayed out on the craggy rocks. I could swear the man wanted to take a picture, capturing the moment I was given as a sacrifice to the gods.

The thought threw me and I clawed for him until he yanked one arm over my head then the other. All he did was provide another stern look, refusing to use words in his command.

He didn’t need to.

He placed his palms on either side of me, pushing up from the hard surface. In the eerie light, the shimmer on his face reminded me of a mask, a Purge mask with glowing eyes, nose, and mouth. I was struck by how odd that seemed as he fucked me, building the electricity between us as he’d done before.

For a few precious seconds, it was as if we were one, a romantic couple totally in love and consumed with each other. His actions became rougher, driving me brutally against the solid surface with enough force the wind was knocked from my lungs.

But I loved every second, my pussy clenching and releasing every few seconds.

Without warning, an orgasm exploded into my system, driving me up from the rocks. I let out a single scream, laughing softly as soon as I did. I’d never felt this free. How was that even possible?

“Oh…” The single sound after my scream was met with the man capturing my mouth as he’d done before. But the kiss didn’t last long before he shifted his lips, brushing them back and forth from one side of my jaw to the other. The heat was more than just explosive. It was white-hot and searing every inch of my skin.

Beads of sweat trickled down from his face, slowly sliding to his nose and chin before dropping down against my skin. Laughing, I tossed my head from side to side, lifting my hips to meet every savage thrust.

One orgasm wasn’t enough, a second sweeping through me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t stop panting and neither could he, just two wild beasts in the heat of the moment.

I sensed only seconds later he was finally ready to release, enjoying the sinful passion as much as I was. His eyes were wide open, his expression showing every scrap of darkness housed in the man.

His muscles jerked, tensing even more and the instant I squeezed my pussy muscles, our bodies began to vibrate together. Echoes of our unbridled sex bounced off every surface as he erupted deep inside.

I slowly lolled my head to the side as we both attempted to catch our breaths.

His cock remained hard as a rock, still throbbing. He was quiet, so much so that I finally turned my head, opening my eyes. The look in his eyes was indescribable. Possessive yet there was something else.

An emotion I couldn’t grasp.

A thought that had yet to be defined.

A need that transcended anything considered normal. Or decent.

And something told me this wasn’t the end.

This was just the beginning.