Feathers and Thorne Series Books 1 - 3: The Complete Collection

Chapter Forty-Eight

Isabella

Carter silences me immediately as he slams his tongue onto my most sensitive button, licking and kissing and nipping on my sex like it’s his damn job. I hardly know how to react, let alone if I can fight my way out of these restraints to make him stop without saying that horrible safe word.

I don’t want him to stop because I don’t like it.

Quite the opposite. It feels too amazing to hold myself to a respectable standard. I’m arching my back and moaning with every flick of my clit, his tongue dragging over my drenched sex and pushing deep against my folds.

His tongue moves into rapid circles I didn’t even know were possible, and I groan a gentle roar.

“Carter, oh god, sir!”

He doesn’t even move his lips away to tell me not to yell at him. I can’t help but beg to pull his lips from my sex, to give my abdominal muscles a break as they tense and contract at his every will.

He licks all the way around my folds and then some, carrying his pursed lips to my thighs and my lower stomach, every spot he brushes with his lips creates a spark that spreads fire through my body.

“Agh! Agh!”

He smiles, and I can feel it instantly.

“You taste delicious, dove.”

“Sir, please, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have told you what to do about… about—”

“Shh,” he snaps. “You will drop this topic right now.”

Maybe it’s the boldness I’ve found in the last hour or so to stand up against Carter, or maybe my concussion is making me crazy, but I can’t help and actively want to defy him.

“Or what?”

He stands up straight, his brows pinched while he drags his thumb across his lips. He licks the surface of it seconds later, relishing in the taste but hating my tone and volume toward him.

“You are begging to be punished this morning.”

I’m not sure he qualifies this as punishment I would want to call mercy on, but I don’t argue with him about that. At least, not right now.

My bravery streak can only go so far.

“I don’t want you to be angry at Tristan,” I pant, still coming off a high from him licking me damn near to an early orgasm. “I should be the one you’re mad at. I went there anyway, knowing it was Jacob’s worksite.”

He drags a few fingers up the inside of my leg and then back down, messing with my head as he walks his fingertips against my thigh and threatens them near my buzzing, desperate pussy.

“Why did you go if you knew it was Jacob’s worksite?”

“Because I didn’t want to upset you,” I breathe. “I wanted you to keep me as your assistant, and I was scared that if I told Tristan no, then you would fire me. It was stupid, and Tristan probably just—”

“You don’t get to lay here naked in front of me and speak another man’s name,” he growls.

His fingers jam straight into my wet, weeping sex. I hiccup a yell, my ass lifting off the table for a moment while he fills his knuckles deeper into my core.

His smile is back now, and his free hand is now holding the base of his jittery erection. I break into orgasm just by the sight of his long, jerking movements against his cock, his fingers twirling viciously inside of me with every intent to continue onward.

“There you go, baby, just release it all.”

I mumble incoherently and jitter on the table, coming against his fingers that are still pressed deep in my core, and stay there, his fingers twitching inside of me a little bit in reflex while he is busy servicing himself with his other hand.

I bite my lip, feeling a cut there, and ignore it instantly.

I would donate anything to give Carter the same satisfaction at my will, and being tied up for the taking certainly is a bonus, but I want to be on my knees, sucking his shaft until I can’t feel my tongue anymore.

He has different plans, and if I have learned anything from this morning, it’s that he isn’t to be fucked with in the control department. He didn’t like me trying to run off and argue with him. I won’t beg him now to untie me if he has other intentions.

I just want him to feel as amazing as I do, no matter the battles that currently surround us both.

“Sir,” I gasp. “Please, sir. More.”

He smiles. “Look who is being polite now.”

I spread my knees wider, giving him better access to penetrate me wherever he would like. His fingers stay planted in my sex, though, and even the ridges of his knuckles in a still state make me want to break and come again.

“While I have you in this docile position, I want to cover a few plans today with you,” he hums.

I feel my face contort in confusion. “Right now? Are you serious or—”

He plunges his fingers in and out of my folds again, maneuvering his fingers in a way that writhes through my core and shuts me up prolifically. I pant and plead, Carter twisting his fingers around, creating a bit of pleasure and pain inside of me.

“You be quiet,” he snarls, his tone unkind. “I will work this rebellious streak out of you one way or another, Bella.”

I nod, my head hitting the table a bit too hard, spots returning over my eyes in response.

“You’re going to come for me at least two more times while I have you on this table,” he says with minimal stress in his voice.

He knows exactly how many times I am going to orgasm some more, and I blush. If he’s right, I’ll be useless for the rest of the day.

“Then, when I’ve filled you with my cum, dove, I’m going to make sure you eat breakfast and get dressed for work. You’re going to the office today to help me with some revenue meetings, and while we’re there, you’re going to tend to my every demand.”

He clears his throat obnoxiously, jerking himself more viciously than before.

“And I mean, every fucking demand, Bella.”

I nod again, not capable of finding words even if I wanted to.

“Then tonight, you and I are getting dressed so we can have dinner with Donovan Phillips, and if you so much as make a peep in rebuttal of any part of our business deal, I won’t be lenient and take you to the lounge in order to punish you.”

I hiccup a cry, every part of my body sensitive and desperate for more.

“Can you imagine it, dove? Can you see yourself on your knees under the table, sucking me dry over some measly rebellion?”

“Sir, I—”

“Wrong answer,” he snaps.

His knuckles ram inside of me harder, faster, and I see spots just threatening to come a second time. It’s going to overwhelm me more this time and send my body into a shockwave of orgasmic relief.

Carter must not be able to hold back much either, climbing onto the table between my knees. He releases his fingers from my sex and replaces it with the head of his dick, so swollen and thick that it causes cum to spurt out of my hot, tight sex in a matter of seconds.

“You’re so… so tight and wet…” he gusts through thrusts, pinning his sex deep inside of me and writhing his body over my own. “Dammit, dove, I’m going to come so fast. You’re going to have to have that third orgasm soon, or I’m going to have to come twice myself.”

He grinds his hips deeper and deeper in between my thighs, every muscle in his body so well defined and perfect and sensual.

He’s everything I never knew I needed.

I break at his will against his flawless body, and he smiles against my lips, kissing me with the same ferocity and determination that he kissed my sex a few moments earlier. It’s not fair that he has his hands, but I watch them through the haze of pleasure that consumes me.

He’s so strong and dominant… I could stare at him looming over the top of me all day, every day, while his belt kept me strapped to this damn table for the taking.

How has a man made me so addicted to sex? To affection?

It doesn’t seem possible, but I know it’s true, the leaking cum from my core finally spitting against his base, and he growls in response. He tightens, slows, then stills.

I feel his warm cum join my own, and we collapse into one another on my dining table.

He is breathless and heaving, his lips crawling around the bottom of my ear and biting down on the part that would hold an earring if I had any worth wearing. He stays solid in my sex, blocking the loads of wetness that need to be released down there.

Instead, he lays against me, bringing my hips to his and pulling my ass off the table, so I’m on my side with him.

He feels down my back and cranes his palm over my ass, the hot welts of his spanking easy to find without even looking.

“I might change your plans and keep you tied up right here all day for when I need you,” he snarls, speaking directly into my ear. “But, if that were to happen, you and I would be here all damn day, and I wouldn’t do anything but devour you.”

“Devour… me…” I breathlessly beg. “Yes… yes, please, Carter.”

“I’m still mad at you,” he gripes, slamming his palm against the side of my ass, rattling me to no end. “I am your boss in sex, too, dove. I will be treated with respect.”

I blush, embarrassed and weary. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he exhales, calmer in tone now.

He moves a line of kisses down my cheek and onto my shoulder, making out with the junction of my collarbones soon after. His hardened cock still inside of me twitches, needing another round, but I’m not sure either of us has that kind of power left over.

“Now, as far as Tristan is concerned, he put you in harm’s way, and I won’t allow it to happen again. He fucked up, frankly. Jacob could have done worse damage to you before I found out what Tristan did.”

I only hang my eyes downward and accept that anything I can say right now will lead to another spanking or harsher pushback from him to keep me out of his personal affairs.

In an effort to stay on Carter’s good side, no matter how impossible that can be at times, I tuck my head into his neck and release a warm sigh of resolution.

“If you say so, sir.”

“Such a good little dove,” he adds with a kiss on my forehead. “You’re learning quickly.”

I sulk ever so slightly.

Carter has been a bit controlling and pushy in the past… but is he becoming worse? Is he becoming so controlling that the mere fact that I walked away from him is becoming too challenging to his domination over me and the rest of the world?

I don’t want to think too deeply into the dark corners of Carter Blackthorne’s mind because, somehow, without much knowledge of the whole story, I know that every dark alley in his mind leads back to one person and one person only, for whatever daunting reason.

And she has the same last name as him.

It’s the first time I’ve felt inadequate of any woman being side-by-side with Carter. Still, even if we had an amazing morning today, and we have a long day ahead of us filled with work and some pleasure, I can feel a looming cloud build behind me that just stays there, vigilant and omnipresent.

It’s not a rain cloud per se, and it’s not even a lightning storm. It’s something bigger. Something worse. Something that, when it hits, could very well break Carter and me apart for good.

A storm from both of our pasts colliding into one.