Page 13 of Beg Me

After three hours of shopping Reagan’s feet were throbbing. She and Lucas sat on the patio of a quaint and colorful little coffee shop and bakery called Confiserie Beschle an der Aeshenvorstadt. She had no idea how to pronounce all of it, but her espresso was

perfect and their pastries would be worth the extra work out.

“So have you given any more thought to my idea about Aiden?”

Lucas took a sip of his coffee before he sat it down and looked at her thoughtfully. She knew that he had thought about it but he just wasn’t sure about it. He’d expressed his concerns that since Aiden was such a sick son of a bitch, it might backfire on them. “Have you considered the fact that the sick bastard will probably get off on it?”

“I have,” she sighed. “Especially since Aiden was the one that offered me to you in the first place. That’s pimping me out and it’s horrible, but how low would he really go?” As sick as it made her wonder, she had to know for sure. Lucas had a plan that would leave him practically penniless and Reagan had to know for sure that he truly deserved it.

“Okay,” Lucas replied, sadly. She suspected he was despondent because so far his instincts about Aiden had been spot-on. He was sure Aiden would agree to whatever he wanted, as long as there was enough money involved. “You work on the specifics of that and I’ll work on the contract.”

“Does it bother you? I mean, doing it that way for the first time?”

He looked thoughtful as he took another sip of his tea. Then his eyes locked with hers, “You know how much I crave you. I can’t wait to finally be inside of you. It’s going to be my own personal heaven, I’m sure. But the way you’re talking about going about it…you know if it was just you and I you could have it wherever and however you want it. But the idea of him watching…It makes me sick.”

She reached over and covered his hand with hers. “I know. It makes me sick too. But there’s still a chance that only his heart is black and not his soul too. There’s the possibility that he’ll say no and I won’t know until it’s over either way.”

Lucas turned his hand over and squeezed hers. His intense blue eyes bored into hers showing concern when he spoke. “I don’t think there’s even a chance of that. I think he’s the devil himself. There are no limits to what he will do to get what he wants and he has no conscience about it either.”

Reagan felt a shudder rip through her body at Lucas’ tone. She knew, especially judging by the past six months, that he was probably right. But a shred of hope still tugged at her. She had grown up idolizing Aiden. How could a man that had known and supposedly loved her since she was just a little girl—even consider handing her over to be raped and toyed with by a man she wasn't supposed to really know? She couldn’t let herself completely believe that he would agree to that. She especially didn’t want to fathom the possibility that he would get off on watching it. But she could fathom it, somewhere deep inside, or she wouldn’t even be engaged in formulating a ‘test’ for him to begin with. She wasn’t an overly religious person, but every night she said a prayer that somehow, she and Lucas and even her mother were wrong. She could live with him being greedy and a poor businessman…but evil was an altogether different story.

Reagan reminded herself that this was their vacation and she was wasting way too much energy thinking about Aiden. She traced the lines in Lucas’ hand and with a naughty little smile she whispered, “Did you say something about a hot tub on our balcony?”

Lucas’s entire demeanor changed. He smiled back at her wickedly. “I did say that.

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An hour later Reagan stepped out onto the enclosed balcony dressed in a white crocheted Kiini bathing suit. The small white triangles covered her breasts and the faint outline of her nipples could be seen through the thin fabric. The V-shaped bottoms rode high and accentuated her curvy hips and smooth thighs. Lucas was at the wet bar making them a drink and when he turned around and got a look at her he almost dropped the glasses in his hands.

“Jesus woman you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Reagan laughed. “You like the new suit?”

Lucas swallowed. “Jesus, yes.”

“Thank you,” she said with a grin. “I like yours too.”

Lucas had on a pair of blue swim trunks and he had pulled off his t-shirt before Reagan came out. He liked to work out. He didn’t do it as much for the hard body as he did for the peace of mind it gave him. The hard body was a bonus though, he thought, when it made a sexy nineteen-year-old look at him like he was something she wanted to devour. Lucas handed her the club soda with lime that she had requested and asked, “Shall we?”

She took a sip of her drink and smiled, “Yes.”

Lucas put his free hand on the small of her bare back as she stepped up onto the deck of the Jacuzzi. He used his hand to guide her onto the first step and then once she was in the water, he stepped in after her. Reagan took a seat on the bench that wrapped around the inside of the tub and Lucas settled in next to her. The warm water and bubbles felt wonderful and the soft aroma of lavender filled his senses as Reagan snuggled in next to him. He put his arm around her and for a minute they both just sat there relaxing, enjoying each other’s company and forgetting they had a care in the world.

When Lucas finished his drink he set the glass down on the side of the tub. Reagan pulled away from him and stood up to reach over and set hers down. It was an innocent gesture but one that gave Lucas an almost instant tent in his shorts. Her suit wasn’t transparent but her nipples had become erect from the cold and they were so clearly visible that he could even see the little bumps on her areolas. He licked his lips as he thought about sucking them into his mouth. And then his eyes moved down to the V between her sexy, long legs.

The suit had molded to her inner thighs once it got wet and was almost revealing every inch of her smooth, shaved pussy. She sat down the glass and then slipped back down into the water. Lucas wrapped his arm around her and pulled her up against him, then crushed his mouth down on hers for a long, passionate kiss. Her hard nipples were pressed into him and he kept pulling her in tighter as their tongues explored each other’s mouths, loving the way they felt through the soft fabric, against his bare skin.

As they kissed he let his fingers find the string that was tied around her neck and pulled on it. He heard her suck in a breath when he found the other one and did the same thing. Once it was loose between them he reached up and pulled the small piece of fabric out and tossed it onto the deck. He pulled out of the kiss and looked into her eyes as she gasped and panted for breath as he began to caress one of her nipples.

She shuddered as he trailed his fingertips along the sides of her breasts and tugged on the erect buttons. When she felt his mouth on the turgid peaks she moaned and leaned back.

His mouth moved over her breasts sending streaks of fire through her veins.

He took his time, kissing every square inch of her body, slowly, tantalizingly, driving her mad with every stroke of his tongue.

She tried to touch him. Reagan longed to feel his throbbing cock in her hands. She wanted to swallow him whole and take his spurting fulfillment down deep in her throat but he wouldn’t let her. When she reached for him, he drew away. When she asked him to let her suck him, he said no. He gave her everything of himself, using his body and softly murmured words, and took nothing back.

“Lay back into my arms.” His voice was deep and commanding and she did exactly what he asked her to. He had one hand on her upper back and the other underneath her ass, squeezing those amazingly sexy cheeks. He held her there for a few seconds just taking in the sight of her incredible body. He took in the sight of her full breasts, large, dark-red nipples, flat stomach and the swatch of fabric that had been pushed to the side so that as she lay there now, one of her wet, swollen lips was exposed. She let out a little surprised squeal when he lifted her up out of the water and laid her back on the deck.

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