Page 11 of Crave Me

She nods and walks away with her head held high. Gotta give her props for shooting her shot, but she’s not my type nor what my dick seems to fucking want. I finally take in the scene in front of me. A female sits on her knees, her ass resting on her feet, legs slightly spread with her palms facing up on her thighs. She’s the perfect sub, waiting for instruction. Her Dom prowls her,circling around her slowly, dragging the top of a riding crop up and down her arms, the length of her spine, and over her breasts, before walking away and sitting relaxed in a large, tufted chair. He slings his arm around the back of it before tugging on his hard cock with his free hand.

“Crawl to me.” His voice plays over the speakers so the audience can hear everything. His sub doesn’t hesitate, she leans forward on all fours and slowly, seductively crawls to him until she’s right between his spread legs. Sitting back on her heels, she waits, never breaking eye contact with him. Fuck, what I would give to see Blaire crawl to me. Her gorgeous blue eyes trained on me, her large breasts swaying with each step. Goddamnit, she makes me crazy. My dick thickens in my pants, pushing painfully against the zipper.

I focus ahead, her head bobbing on his lap, his cock shoved down her throat while he pets her hair lovingly, his words of praise echoing through the hallway. I wonder how Blaire would respond. I know she loved my hand around her neck, so I’m going to bet she likes it rough. Fuck if I don’t want to see how she’d respond to me being dominant with her, if she’d like it. I’d love to break her. She’s so goddamn strong. Fuck if I don’t want to see her on her knees, putty in my hands for me to fucking mold. I’d make her feel so fucking good she’d crave me after, needing to come back for more because no one could satisfy her like I can. My cock throbs painfully and I rub my palm against it, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure. Normally, I’d have someone sucking me off already. I look around the hallway and find a woman pressed up against the wall, her thigh hiked up around a man’s waist while he finger fucks her and sucks on her neck.

“We can help you with that big problem you’ve got there. Want to join us?”

Running my hand through my hair, I give her a slight smile.

“You two enjoy yourselves.”

Turned on, I leave the dimly lit hallway and walk through the throngs of half-naked bodies, the sound of pleasure and music mingling, the smell of sex heady. I make my way to the bathroom, walking into one of the stalls and locking the door behind me. Unbuckling my pants, I groan as my stiff cock is freed, grabbing it tightly and running up the length, my piercings pulling and giving the sting of pain I live for. I close my eyes and Blaire appears, her wild red hair splayed out across my bed, her wrists tied above her head, her sweet pussy on display for me. That curvy, sexy-as-fuck body ready for me to ravish. I’d edge her until she was compliant, until she learned to listen and could hand over her pleasure to me. And boy would I come through for her. I’d turn her into a screaming, writhing mess under me, making her pussy weep, soaking the sheets under her. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, my balls drawing up, my cock hardening further.

I come harder than I ever have in my life. And she was only in my head.

I’m fucked.

Chapter Five

Blaire

It was impossible not to fall in love with the Hayes family. They’re everything I used to wish for when I was a little girl. Open, loving, close, and so many of them. It was hard not to feel jealous of everything they have, while also feeling happy for them all. Dallas’ parents have clearly worked hard at building a beautiful life with adult children who have strong relationships with their parents and each other. If only.

When I was growing up I got moved around so much I started to shut myself off from developing those relationships, knowing they’d end eventually. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I had a sister or brother of my own. Even if the banter is wild and heated, it’s so clear as an outsider that the love between those Hayes siblings runs deeper than anything else. Except for maybe Sawyer’s love for Ivy. In my twenty-seven years, I’ve never seen a man love like he does. I can’t even fathom what that would feel like. To be the absolute center of someone else’s world, to feel safe and comforted, happy with another person who knows you so deeply and intimately. It’s the dream, honestly. A dream that would require me to be transparent about who I am and where I truly come from.

Like every day, I get ready for work with my music playing to drown out the quiet, doing my best to tame my wild hair, putting on a thin layer of makeup, and dressing in a navy blue sweater dress with tights and boots. Today I have two tours, a meeting with Ivy to finalize the plans for her wedding on Saturday, and anything else that comes up. Grabbing my coat and purse, I close up my apartment, ready to take on the day.

I love my morning drive to work. The hushed stillness of the early morning hours magnifies the beauty of our town, creating a sense of enchantment that’s impossible to ignore. I drive along the narrow, winding road through town, flanked by the towering Sitka spruce and evergreen trees. Twinkling Christmas lights glow from every lamppost and give a whimsical addition to the already charming vibe. Wisps of smoke curl from the chimneys of the older, rustic homes and cottages. Fog still coats everything, a frigid winter chill in the air, everything quiet and hibernating. As the sun begins to rise over our sleepy small town, I pull onto the long gravel road that leads to the gorgeous property. The distillery sits in the most scenic part of town, and the view of the snow-capped peaks of the Olympic Mountains is breathtaking. I love winter, and Aspen Ridge is the epitome of a winter wonderland. I know deep in my bones that I want to settle in here and make this paradise my forever home.

I climb out of my car, grab my bag, and beeline it to the office doors on the other side of the building with five minutes to spare. When I round the corner, Cole is standing at the entrance in what looks like a heated discussion with Dallas. There goes my peaceful start to the day.

“Morning, boys,” I greet them as I approach.

Cole takes a step toward me, coming into my space and leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on my cheek. My face flames from the unexpectedness of it, slight embarrassment washing over me.

“Good morning. You look beautiful today. I brought you a pick-me-up.”

Dallas, who is still standing off to the side, scoffs loudly, and I look over at him just as his eyes are rolling. His muscular arms are crossed over his broad chest, the sleeves of his button-up shirt rolled up to right below his elbows, showcasing the half-sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. A chill works its way down my spine, scattering goosebumps across my flesh. I know it’s not from the winter chill. I shake my head and return to Cole.

“Thank you. That was really sweet.”

Dallas makes a choking sound and I shoot him a glare.

“Pumpkin spice. I know all the women are obsessed with this.”

I do my best not to let my shoulders deflate. I take a small sip and hold back my gag. Pumpkin Spice lattes are the worst drink on the planet, and my tastebuds salivate, doing their job to try and wash away the vile taste currently working its way down my throat.

“Mmm. Thank you, Cole. That was really thoughtful.”

Presumptuous. But thoughtful.

“Don’t you have a job to do today, Ms. Hollis?” Dallas interrupts.

“Surely she can be a few minutes late. Give us a moment to chat. I’m sure the big boss can be lenient for the pretty lady. What do ya say?”

My eyes open wide, slightly shocked by Cole’s tone, but these two clearly have a history and this is a pissing contest that I have no desire to be a part of.

Dallas cocks his head to the side and studies me, but before he can open his mouth, I speak up.

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