Free Learning to Drown by Sommer Marsden

to offer to untie me but he didn’t. He simply stroked
my hair and my cheek. His fingers on me tracked the pulse beating at my throat.
When it slowed and he was satisfied, he said, “I live near the fire and police
stations. They’re side by side about a mile up. After all this time, I guess I
don’t hear them anymore.”
    “There was no light. No. Light.” I
said, and shivered all over again.
    “Black-out curtains. My brother stays
here sometimes. He works a lot of overnight shifts as an EMT. They really work.
The black everything out. It’s like a tomb in here at night. Which I’m sure you
know better than anyone right about now.” He smiled.
    His fingers tickled through my hair
and chills raced along the curve of my ear, down my neck. Goosebumps peppered
my skin, my nipples grew hard, sensitive to the cool air in the room. He
kneaded around my shoulders until I relaxed some. Peace came over me. He was
here.
    “Better?”
    “Yes. Better. I’m really sorry.”
    Lower still went Lucas’s hand. Along
the ridge of my spine, fanning over my lower back. One finger traced the top of
the crack of my bottom, warm and intrusive. I’d heard there was a bundle of
nerves there and my skin tingled with sensation as he stroked me. “Ready for
your payment, then?”
    “Payment?” It was only when I said it
that I recalled what he’d said. There will be a price either way, if you
happen to call me. Part of me sprang to life with a sharp and colorful excitement.
Part of me wanted to give in to another long and frustrated crying jag. Maybe
then Lucas would just give me what I wanted. I just wanted him. Wanted him to
fuck me. And that was exactly how it was in my head. Fucking. Not romance or
wooing or any of that romance novel shit. Primal, fast, hard and no nonsense
fucking. Simple and dangerous, just like Lucas. It would be all lips and tongue
and teeth. Hands hard on my skin holding me down. Taken and fucked. Cock in
cunt, in and out, harsh coupling. A roar would echo when we came together. Like
a storm raging at sea. That is what it would be like to fuck Lucas Crow.
    “I told you there would be a price.”
He smiled, his eyes still sleepy. He looked as if he could read my every secret
just by looking at my face. I didn’t doubt it for a moment.
    “I know but it was a dream. An
accident. I didn’t do it ¾ ”
    “There are no real accidents and the
reasoning doesn’t matter anyway. You’re mine now, I’ve taken you. So I can do
what I please with you, September. I was simply trying to be kind.”
    “Oh, I…” What could I say to that? I
knew what my body said. It said yes, I am yours, fuck me, tie me, gag me, take
me. My body answered with a sudden pooling moisture in my pussy. By making my
belly buzz and my breath hitch in my throat like I was about to come. “Yes. I
can pay you. What would you like? What do I do?” That is what I said. In my
head it was, What can I do to get you to fuck me? What can I do to be taken?
    “Flip over on your belly,” he said.
    I waited for him to untie me. He
didn‘t. He simply stared, waiting. Patient and handsome and looking like he
could be heaven or hell in a man shaped package. My guess was a bit of both and
it made her even wetter to think there was real and true danger in him.
    “I can’t.” I waited for help or
instruction. Nothing. I’d never met a man who would seem so warm one moment and
so removed the next.
    “Sure you can. In your head you think logically
that you can’t. But you can. Trust me.”
    I did trust him. As insane as that
made me. “How?
    “Tuck your right arm under your belly,
right ankle over left and just…roll,” he flipped me as I obeyed. Now,
crisscrossed with purple X’s of bonds, I faced the mattress. He got right up in
my space. Right above my ear. Lucas liked to invade my personal space. Hell,
not invade it, pillage and plunder it. Leave it in smoking rubble at my feet.
“Did he ever spank you? That douche bag who left you in the