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  “Play with her tits, Luke. She loves that.”

  Luke kneeled between her legs now. He lifted both hands and cupped her breasts, massaging them. His touch was different from Julian’s. Gentler. Most men, and women for that matter, were softer than Julian. It was another thing that made him stand out.

  When Luke’s fingers rubbed across her nipples, she flinched, her gaze glued to Julian’s.

  “Your skin color matches. Interesting.” Julian’s lips curved in a smile again. “I think I like the contrast against mine better, though.” It was a dig, used strategically to let Luke know who Morgan belonged to.

  And it worked. Luke paused a heartbeat before he pinched harder.

  Morgan loved the pleasure/pain of his touch. There was nothing he could do that would rival Julian’s sure hands, but the unexpectedness of someone different still aroused her. Particularly knowing how much Julian wanted this.

  Julian rose from his seat. He padded toward the bedside table and opened a drawer.

  Morgan knew why. He never left her unprotected.

  Sure enough, he extracted a condom and pressed it into her hand before returning to his chair. “Put it on him, little girl.”

  Morgan lifted her other hand to rip the foil package, extract the rubber, and hold it up to ensure she had it facing the right direction.

  Luke released her breasts and leaned over her, placing his hands at the sides of her face.

  She rolled the condom on expertly, cupping his balls as she finished.

  His face was inches from hers, his gaze boring into her, though she didn’t meet it.

  She would never know the taste of his lips because Julian never allowed anyone else to kiss her.

  As she finished, Luke sat back on his heels and stroked his hands down her body toward her pussy as though he no longer remembered the rules.

  “Now, Luke. She’s wet enough. Don’t hesitate. Take her hard and fast.”

  Luke did as Julian commanded without pause this time, angling his body over hers and pushing into her to the hilt so fast her breath whooshed out. She grabbed his forearms to keep from sliding away from him.

  He was long, just as she’d known, his cock reaching deeper than most. But not as thick. It didn’t matter. She was close.

  “Again, Luke. Fuck her hard.”

  Luke obeyed, slamming into her over and over as she held her breath to keep from coming. Luke leaned over, his mouth nearing hers.

  “No,” Julian roared and shot up to drag at Luke’s shoulder. “You don’t kiss her.”

  Luke paused and Morgan felt him deflate a little inside her. Then Julian moved back to his chair. “Come on, Luke. Finish this. Give my little girl what she needs.”

  Goose bumps rose on her skin from the knowledge Luke had nothing to do with her need. It was all Julian.

  She felt a twinge of sorrow for what lay in Luke’s future concerning her. The man had no idea he would never see her again after this. She guessed he would be fucked for other women for at least a while. His gaze on her now was the last he’d ever have.

  Luke quickened his pace even more and pounded into her, relentless and almost angry. Where would Luke go from here? Did he have someone to return to? Someone to take care of him?

  “That’s it. My girl likes to be fucked hard. Don’t hold back.” Julian’s words drew her back into the here and now, just as they always did. Just as he knew they would when he sensed her mind wandering.

  She was too close. Her breasts ached to be touched. There wasn’t enough contact. The only thing Luke touched her with was his cock and the base of his dick each time he slammed forward.

  She glanced at his face. His brow was furrowed and sweat beaded on his forehead. It was a look most men had when they were about to come. He wasn’t the only one. She couldn’t judge the look as having anything to do with the weirdness of this arrangement.

  Morgan’s pussy gripped at Luke’s cock. She preferred bare skin, but she only got that with Julian. And she was glad for that, but it didn’t change the fact the sensation was not quite the same.

  “It’s time. Come, little girl. Come now, Luke.”

  Both of them came at his command. Morgan shattered around Luke’s cock, her gaze locked on Julian’s. A smug smile filled his expression. He was stroking his own cock through his suit pants. She felt the pulsing of Luke’s dick as he stiffened deep inside her.

  The orgasm was intense, and long overdue. She’d been horny for hours. Long before returning to the apartment with Luke in tow. Since earlier in the day when Julian had called her from his office and had her masturbate to the brink of coming, but then stopped her.

  No matter what, in any situation, Julian could make her body sing every single time. Even with a young man she would have rather not fucked this evening.

  Chapter Four

  She was stunning when she let go like that, his little girl. Even after ten years, he couldn’t get enough of watching her come. Particularly when it was his voice that took her over the edge.

  Julian stepped close to the edge of the bed, Morgan still panting and pulling herself together after her powerful orgasm. Luke had collapsed on top of her, and it took all of Julian’s control not to rip the boy off her. But part of being Morgan’s Dom was seeing to her needs, and whether or not she admitted it, she needed this. She needed him to direct her release with others. It got her as close as he’d ever seen to giving herself to him completely. As close as he could get her without hurting her with his intensity, swallowing all the lightness in her with his dark need.

  “You may go, Luke,” Julian said with a thread of steel in his voice. He did not want the boy to get any misguided notions as to where this could lead.

  Luke lifted his head off Morgan’s plump breast, the nipple still peaked from Julian’s guided stimulation. “What?”

  “You may go.”

  Luke shook his sandy blond hair from his face, his eyes widening. “You want me to leave?”

  “Was I not clear from the beginning that this would be the only time you had my baby girl?”

  “But…” Luke started.

  “Morgan, my love, will you go into the bathroom and shower please?” Julian said.

  Morgan’s breath had recovered, and she slipped off the bed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t wash your pussy, little girl. I’ll help you with that.”

  She nodded and padded toward the bathroom. Luke gaped at Julian. “You’re serious? I’m supposed to leave?”

  “Yes,” Julian said, moving his hand over his hard cock. “Unless you’d like me to take you.”

  Luke’s eyes widened even more. “What?”

  Julian laughed. “Luke. I have all sorts of appetites, and I’m not against the idea of taking your ass, but you will not have my Morgan again. So what’s it to be?”

  Luke scrambled off the bed, removed the condom, and reached for his pants, tugging them on quickly. “I’m not into that. Especially after…”

  “After I directed you how to fuck my little girl?” Julian asked.

  “Yeah. That,” Luke mumbled, but Julian saw the tiniest spark of interest there. Perhaps… Another time. Julian needed to see to Morgan right now.

  “Suit yourself. It would be best if you didn’t visit the Loft again. Morgan’s loyal, and she collects strays sometimes, and I don’t think that would be to anyone’s benefit.”

  Luke tugged on his shirt, not meeting Julian’s eyes. Julian released a long sigh. This was the way it usually went with these younger ones. They always wanted more of his Morgan, no matter what the understanding he’d had with them in the first place.

  “You did very well, Luke. My Morgan is quite pleased, and that’s all that matters to me. But this isn’t something for you to pine over. She will not be yours. Ever. I was quite clear about that, and I know you understood. But I also know you’re young and thought…well, I suppose you thought you had a chance with her.”

  Luke stared at him with fierce eyes and a deep scowl. �
��I told her she could have me. It didn’t have to be like this.”

  Julian paused. “You told her? When?”

  Luke swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing twice. “At the end of my class with her. I…” His chin tipped up defiantly. “I wrote her a letter and said I…”

  Julian’s gut clenched. Morgan had never told him. “You wrote her a love letter? That’s sweet. I’m sure she thought it was a crush. You’re a boy, Luke. You would never be able to give her what she needs.”

  “She deserves better than you. Than this. She deserves someone who will worship her.”

  Julian smiled. “You don’t know her at all, Luke. This…” he waved his hand toward the bed, “…all of this is how I do worship her. No one understands my baby girl more than me. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

  Julian began unbuttoning his shirt and Luke’s hands faltered, but then he blanched. He slipped his shoes on quickly, grabbed his coat, and beelined for the door. Julian pulled his pants off as the front door clicked shut and moved toward the bathroom, his cock fully erect and ready.

  He slid behind Morgan in the shower. “He wrote you a letter?”

  He pulled the bar of soap from her hands, lathered it in his own, and then stroked through the folds of her pussy.

  “It was a long time ago. I didn’t think… It didn’t mean anything.”

  His hands stopped and he felt her freeze. “Everything that has to do with you means something. It means something to me.”

  Morgan let out a long shaky breath. “I never considered him.”

  “Of course you didn’t.” Though Julian said that with less confidence than he felt. “Regardless. I would have liked to know.”

  He continued to scrub her in silence, his dark fingers tracing over her skin, searching for any marks she might have gotten from Luke. Thankfully, there were none, only bruises and bites from Julian. “You came very hard, little girl.”

  She turned to him, and a sheen of tears filled her eyes. “Oh Julian. Did it have to be him?”

  Julian brushed the tears away with his thumb. “You’re crying over a boy? One you just told me doesn’t mean anything to you? Why?”

  “You don’t take care with people’s hearts, Julian. It wasn’t fair to him.”

  Her accusation twisted like a knife in his chest. He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face to him. “Morgan, I take very good care of hearts.”

  She shook her head. “You only see what you want to see.”

  Anger pricked the base of his spine. She didn’t understand. Didn’t see what it took for him to give this to her. His cock got impossibly harder at the blood rushing through him. He needed to calm down. “Turn around,” he said, his voice low and hard.

  She looked down, and for a moment, he thought she might leave. He feared it, that everything he had given her wouldn’t be enough. After a second’s hesitation, she turned and spread her legs, placing her hands wide on the shower wall.

  His finger slipped inside her, and she whimpered. “Did you not want Luke, little girl?” He slid a second finger in and worked them in and out of her body.

  She didn’t answer, so he circled his other hand around her and tugged at her clit. “Answer me.”

  “If you wanted, Sir.”

  His hand stilled. “What did you want, Morgan love?”

  She turned back and met his eyes. “Whatever you think is best for me, Sir.”

  It wasn’t a real answer. And part of him knew he should be angry about it. Demand she explain her tears, tell him exactly what Luke’s adolescent love letter said, but her body was singing for him already, riding his hands and begging for release.

  He stepped closer, removed his fingers, and plunged into her without warning. She didn’t cry out; she didn’t offer anything but the tiniest of moans. And then he couldn’t stop, feeling her pussy clench around his cock, her ragged breaths as he thrust harder. He pressed his thumb against her clit, digging the fingers of his free hand into her hip to secure her more fully.

  He couldn’t last, knew he wouldn’t make it more than a few minutes after watching her with Luke, after seeing her eyes beg him for release. He slammed into her again and brought his face to the crook of her neck, dragging lips and teeth up behind her ear. “I want all of you, little girl. Do you understand?” He punctuated it with another hard plunge into her channel. “All. Of. You.”

  “Sir. Please,” she cried out. Then he pinched her clit with two fingers and sped up his pace.

  “Now, Morgan. Come for me now.”

  She shattered.

  They didn’t talk after. He tucked her into bed, and she looked at him with wide eyes. She wanted him to slide in next to her, it was clear from her expression. And he wanted it too, but he didn’t think he could and not take her again. And again. Until she was fucked raw and screaming that she belonged only to him. The caged beast inside him wanted out. Particularly after she’d gotten upset with him about Luke.

  So he didn’t stay. Instead, he feathered a kiss over her forehead and whispered, “I need to take care of a few things. Sleep, love.”

  He didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes when he turned and walked out of the room. He feared he might be losing her. Every day as he tried to meet her needs and failed, every time he fought to control the darkness so as not to really hurt her, he worried that would be the day she gave up on him. And he didn’t have the first fucking clue how to prevent it.

  So he did the only thing he could to give himself balance. He left her sleeping and went out. He didn’t look back as he headed to his car. He needed release worse than he had in a long time. His hands shook until he gripped the steering wheel. The beast paced beneath the surface.

  Ten minutes later, he pulled up behind his favorite club. It was late. The place was packed. Good. He’d have choices.

  He pocketed his keys and nodded at the bouncer as he entered. He’d been to this club hundreds of times, usually a few times a month. Everyone knew him.

  The inside was crowded. He headed for the bar and ordered a beer first thing. The drink would calm him down. He was antsy. The sensation had been happening more frequently lately.

  Julian leaned one elbow against the bar and glanced around the room while he took a long draw on his beer. His eyes landed on the dance floor, and he watched as dozens of women paraded and performed, waiting to be chosen. It was hot inside despite the Minnesota winter pressing up against the door. Sweat beaded on everyone’s face.

  He looked for a blonde. Anyone who resembled his Morgan…

  Two women angled up beside him, giggling. They were drunk. At first he thought the brunette was hitting on him, and then he realized they just wanted to get to the bar.

  He stepped to one side, his arm grazing the patron behind him. When he turned to give his apologies, his eyes first met with the enormous winding tattoo covering the man’s bicep. He lifted his gaze to find the guy smiling at him.

  “No worries.” The guy nodded and took another swig of the drink he held in his hand. Something amber on the rocks. Probably scotch.

  Julian had never seen him before. The man was confident and steady. Not drunk. Julian didn’t make a habit of fucking anyone who wouldn’t have made the same decision sober. He may be an asshole, but he wasn’t that fucked up.

  He nodded back, took another sip of his beer, and twisted the rest of the way around to face the guy.

  Without a petite blonde around whose tastes ran toward the darker side of fetish, he wouldn’t hesitate to turn his attention to a man. In fact, all the better. The way he was feeling tonight, a woman was probably not in his best interest. He liked to inflict pain, but not injury. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to rein in his need enough for any woman.

  He needed to burn off this thing that drove him from deep inside before he faced Morgan again. She didn’t deserve to see that side of him. Ever. She was better than this.

  “Fucking crowded in here tonight,” the tattooed guy commented.

  “
Yep.” Julian set his elbows on the bar, letting his arm brush brazenly against the man making benign conversation. If the guy didn’t move, green light.

  “Mike.” The man lifted his opposite hand to shake.

  Julian picked up the arm touching Mike to accept the greeting. “Julian.”

  “Haven’t seen you here before.”

  Julian gave a brief nod. “You either.” And he would remember. Mike was almost his height and size. Huge.

  The girls next to Julian’s other side multiplied, their laughter piercing the air. One of them leaned closer to him inadvertently, and Julian in turn found himself infringing on Mike’s space. Mike didn’t move a muscle or make any comment whatsoever about the proximity.

  “Another beer?” Mike asked, nodding at Julian’s bottle.

  “Nah, man. I’m good.” He lifted the bottle to demonstrate it was still half full. One was enough for him anyway. Especially if he intended to make a move on this guy.

  Mike set his glass down on the counter, empty. “Yeah, that’s it for me too. Any more and I won’t be able to drag my ass to work at the butt crack of dawn.”

  “Agreed.” Julian narrowed his gaze on Mike, noting his five-o’clock shadow and the short crop of dirty blond hair he kept well groomed. His looks were chiseled. Rugged. The man worked hard for a living.

  That didn’t matter to Julian. His cock was rock hard now. “Do you live nearby?”

  “Yep. Just up the block. I walk here whenever I need to get out for a while.” Mike lifted off his stool and stood. He nodded toward the door. “You interested in joining me?”

  Julian’s balls drew up at the offer. “Depends.”

  Mike’s brows shot up. “On what?”

  “If you bottom.”

  Mike smiled. “Guess you’re in luck, then.”

  Julian smiled back. Indeed good luck was on his side tonight. He set his unfinished beer on the bar and motioned for Mike to lead the way.

  It was damn cold outside, especially in contrast to the crowded bar, but neither man had a coat, nor did Julian notice Mike appearing to be any more concerned about the frigid temperature than he was.

  They walked in silence. It really was about a block. When Mike turned and unlocked the front door of a small older-model home, Julian rubbed his hands together. It may have seemed he was warding off the cold, but in reality Julian was eager. He didn’t want to dick around. He needed a good rough fuck, and he needed it now.