Whistleblower (PALADIN Book 1)
Whistleblower: Chapter 33

Smack!

Eden squeals so loud, I have to reach around her body and cover her mouth. Hunching over so my chest presses against her naked back, I growl in her ear, “Hush, Bambi. You have neighbors above you and below.”

“I don’t care,” she pants out.

I smack her other ass cheek and this time her cry is muffled against my hand. “Do as I say,” I whisper in her ear.

I actually love to hear her scream as I spank her ass and drive her to the brink with just my fingers playing in her tight, wet pussy, but the way she’s screaming, someone’s going to think I’m hurting her.

Bunching up the tie of her robe, I hold it to her mouth and she immediately clamps down with her teeth. “There you go,” I say. This time it’s a wet smack between her thighs, and she whimpers into the cloth when my fingers contact her clit. “Too much? Say the word.”

She spits out the gag. “What word?”

“You know the word, baby,” I say with a smile on my face because I know without a doubt, Eden’s not even close to calling, “Whistleblower.”

“Oh, that word,” she moans. “Again.”

“Stubborn girl,” I say as I smack her pussy again, this time I follow up by slipping my finger into her dripping slit. Throwing her hips backward, she tries to pull me deeper. She’s unsatisfied, so I give her another finger and fuck her with my hand with primal aggression. I can feel her walls clenching around my fingers trying to hold them tightly in place.

“I’m so close… Please.”

There it is—my favorite part. I could take or leave the spanking and the angsty fucking, but the begging gets me. Fuck, I love her begging for me. Her pleasure is mine now. It comes from me—only me. Only when I give the command.

Facing her headboard on her hands and knees, she can’t see me shake my head. Her overflowing arousal causes a squelching sound as I rip my hand away. “Not yet.”

“Liiiiinc,” she whines as she slams her fist against the mattress.

Grabbing her by the hips, I flip her over and spread her thighs, allowing my tip to slide across her swollen clit. Sick of the teasing, she tries to grab my cock but I’m too quick. I grab her wrists in one hand and pin them over her head before dragging my tongue all the way from her neck, over her left tit and nipple, down the divot in her abdomen. “All you have to do is say the safe word and I’ll make you explode.” I blow on the wet trail I left, enjoying how she shudders.

She brushes her hair out of her face. Her long hair is wild and frayed, damp from sweat. I’m really impressed, for nearly an hour now, Eden’s let me drive her to the edge and dangle there. She’s a feisty little thing, forfeiting her relief because she refuses to throw in the towel. She’s stronger than I am. If the roles were reversed, I’d be bellowing “whistleblower” at the top of my lungs while drenching her chest with my cum.

She shakes her head at me with a sexy smile, but I know I’m slowly wearing her down. Releasing her wrists and hooking my hands under her knees, I push her hips up so I can wedge my tongue between her ass cheeks and drag my saliva all the way to her clit. I suck on her little button until she’s writhing like she’s in agony.

“Just say it. Say the word and you can come all over my tongue, baby.”

“I don’t need the safe word,” she wails. “Just your permission.”

Trailing kisses up her belly, then nibbling at her nipples one at a time, I finally make it to her lips. I stare at her, my eyes level with hers.

“Why are we doing this, Eden? Why do you like when men are rough and controlling with you?”

Wrapping her small hand around the back of my neck, she pulls me closer. “Not men, just you.”

“Why?”

“Am I safe with you?”

“Of course you are.” I stroke the top of her hair with a tender touch. “I wouldn’t just kill for you, Precious, I’d die for you too.”

Grabbing my hand, she places it against her chest so I can feel the rough thuds of her heartbeat. “That’s why. Because it’s easy to be brave when I feel safe.” She bridges her hips so I feel her wetness along my length. “Now, I’m not saying the safe word. But I want to come, so tell me what you want in exchange.”

She tries to wedge her hand between our sweaty sandwiched bodies, headed for my cock again, but I stop her. I pull her hand to my chest so she can feel that our hearts are beating the same way—wild and erratic. She’s still as I stare into her glossy brown eyes, feeling a medley of emotions that shouldn’t mix together.

Rage-inducing jealousy over every man who had her before me.

A possessive ache for her to fully belong to me.

A desperate need to come already, and yet, a more urgent need to please her first.

“Eden, the closer we get, the more you’ll learn about me. I want to know that when you see the worst in me, you’re not going to run. I want you to stay with me.” Kiss. “Let me keep you safe.” Kiss. “Miss me when I’m gone.” Kiss. “Need me.”

She dodges my next kiss, her wide eyes unblinking. “Are you asking me to fall in love with you, Linc?”

“Maybe,” I admit, as the vulnerability washes over me like a blanket of worries. Is that what this feeling is? Love? This woman has no idea the power she holds because I’m completely at her mercy.

She shakes her head against the pillow and it tears me apart. I wish I could say that her flawless naked body, at my beck and call, is enough to satiate my craving. But it’s not. Fuck. Honestly? For the first time in my life, I wanted a woman’s heart too.

But what did I expect? I don’t have a heart to give her. How can I ask for hers?

“Okay, turn over,” I say, dead set on fucking her from behind until she replaces her release. But instead of following instructions obediently as she’s done for the past hour, she grabs my cheeks and forces me to look at her again.

“You’re a terrible negotiator.” Her honey-sweet tone does not match the urgent clamp she has around my jaw. I’m beginning to understand why she likes it rough. Her demanding grip causes my cock to twitch against her belly. “Why ask for what you already have?”

I’m lost for words as I study every inch of her face, trying to memorize this moment. Either Eden is my reward for a life dedicated to a worthy crusade. Or she is my punishment for a life of killing—just a teasing taste to show me what I turned my back on all those years ago. I can’t explain why suddenly a normal life next to this woman who is the most luminous light, seems far more heroic than chasing monsters in the shadows.

“I think I—”

“Shh, Linc.” She strokes my cheek. “Don’t rush it. We have time. Right now, just fuck me and make me feel good. You’re the only one who’s ever done it right.”

Scooping the underside of her knee, I trap her bent leg against my forearm, putting her pink, needy, dripping-for-me pussy on display. I can’t help but stare at the perfection. She closes her eyes, scrunching her face like she’s uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” But she tries to close her legs as her cheeks redden with embarrassment.

I smile as I use the pointer and middle finger of my free hand to spread her crease. She melts in mortification over the attention. “Eden, don’t be embarrassed. They should write poetry and ballads about your pussy. It is the fucking most beautiful thing in the world. It feels…” I blow out a breath and pinch my eyes shut like I’m lost for words as I try to describe the eighth wonder of the world to a blind man. “Perfect doesn’t do it justice, baby.”

Maneuvering my hips, I position my cock and nudge against her entrance, letting the slickness from her crease coat me. She’s so wet. For me. All for me.

“It’s almost a shame no man besides me will ever get to feel this pussy again.”

She screams as I plunge into her and this time I don’t stop her. Sing for me. With her pinned in this position, I know I’m in so deep, bumping against that place that makes her go feral. A few thrusts and I feel her clenching again so I hold my hand up against her throat.

“Is this what you want?”

She’s gasping too hard to respond with words, so she nods eagerly instead.

“Show me your hands,” I command and she wiggles her fingers in the air. “What do you do if it gets to be too much and you can’t talk?”

“Tap your arm.”

“Good girl.” I wrap my hand around her throat firmly but not with near enough pressure to actually starve her of air. She knows the rules, I won’t cause her pain but I’ll play all her kinky games for fun.

I bury into her with uncontrollable, animalistic need until her thighs begin to tremble. “Eden you’re mine.” I pump my hips harder. “Say it.”

She continues to gasp and pant but ignores me, so I pull out and let go of her throat.

“No. What are you doing? Don’t stop,” she whines as she arches her back and bridges her hips, trying to guide me back in.

“You want my dick?”

She narrows her eyes as she nods at me. “Yes.”

“Then say you’re mine now. Only mine.”

She quickly snatches up my cock in her fist and pulls me back toward her entrance. “I’ve always been yours, Linc. Since the day we met. Now, it’s my birthday so fuck me.”

“I want to hear it when you come,” I growl. Freeing her leg, I wrap my arms around her back, entangling her before I drive us both into the mattress until I feel her toes curl as she wraps her legs around my waist. She screams, obediently. It’s an ear-splitting, glass-shattering wail as she explodes for me. After a few moments of riding the wild waves of her orgasm, I feel the familiar storm in my balls brew to fruition. I groan as I empty into her.

There’s no space between our bodies. We’re glued together with tears, sweat, and cum, feeling every twitch, jerk, spasm, and then, finally, the deep breaths of relief.

I roll us over to the side, our stomachs still locked together. I grab a handful of her fleshy ass as I kiss her hot, cherry-red lips—she’s wearing that lipstick that I like.

“How was that? Birthday worthy?”

“Beyond worthy. By far the best I’ve ever had,” she says, pairing it with a low hum of satisfaction. “In fact, you earned this.”

I nuzzle the tip of her nose with mine. “Earned what, Precious?”

She flashes me a teasing smile, trying hard to hold back her laughter.

“Good boy.”