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Chapter Four
Bulma kicked the thick blankets aside, her legs rubbing restlessly against the soft sheets on the bed. Barely five minutes had passed since she'd last checked the time. It was close to midnight, and she wasn't feeling the least bit sleepy. Her mind was churning with thoughts of Vegeta. Since walking out on him a few days ago her nights had been sheer torture. Plagued by insomnia, she'd tossed and turned every night. Bulma plumped a pillow and hugged it tightly.
Blood was pumping heavily through her veins and her breasts ached with tightly puckered tips. Her skin was sensitive to the slightest touch. Like an addict, her body was looking for a fix—a fix that only one man could give her. She eyed the phone longingly. Should she call him? How long could she last like this? She turned away only to look back a second later. Before she could change her mind, she picked it up and punched his number.
Vegeta answered on the second ring. "I can't sleep," she said without preliminaries. Her voice throbbed huskily with longing. "Me either." Bulma imagined him lying on his bed wearing absolutely nothing, the sheets resting provocatively low on his hips. Her sigh whispered over the phone. "I could be there in a few minutes, Bulma." His deep voice was sinfully tempting. "You're hungry." She moaned softly in agreement.
"All you have to do is tell me what I want to hear." The sexy tone was persuasive, cajoling. "Tell me and you won't have to suffer sleepless nights, craving the satisfaction only I can give you." "You want me as much as I want you." She dared him to deny it. "I do." There was no hesitation in his answer. It was clear and direct. Bulma was bordering on desperation. She needed to sway him from this ridiculous notion of commitment.
Her voice lowered seductively. "I'm touching my breasts, pretending it's you, Vegeta. Squeezing and tugging my nipples. Your touch is rough, yet gentle as you fuck me." The deep breath he released echoed loudly in her ear. "Do you know what I did last night, Bulma? I got myself off thinking of you. I pictured you lying on my bed, naked and waiting for me. I imagined your pussy, moist and glistening, open and begging for my touch." It was her turn to inhale sharply, little points of pleasure attacking her sensitive skin. Her pulse rate accelerated.
"It wasn't enough," he said flatly. "I need the real thing. I need you just like you need me." Arousal fed her frustration. "The real thing is right here. You can have me anytime." When he spoke, his voice had more than a hint of frustration, too. "Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll fuck you long and hard, in every possible way." There was steely determination underlying his words. "But until then, we'll just have to suffer nights like this." She bit back an angry retort and sought to get even instead.
She allowed the longing and need she felt to surface in her voice as she pushed her fingers deep inside her body. "I'm pretending it's your fingers inside my pussy, Vegeta." A moan wound its way from between her parted lips, her breaths coming faster. "It feels so good, oh God." Her eyes drifted shut as she sought her clit and massaged it softly. Already slick and wet with arousal, her fingers slid smoothly inside her passage. She panted and dimly heard him expel a shaky breath. Too hungry and too long denied satisfaction, she came quickly. Shudders overtook her body and she whimpered in the back of her throat.
The silence over the line was telling. Bulma gripped the phone tightly. "That's what you're missing." With that, she hung up on him. A great yawning emptiness took over and quickly dimmed the pleasure she'd received from her orgasm. It was temporary and hardly enough. She pressed the heel of her hands against her closed eyes. Though she hated to admit it, Vegeta was right about one thing. She needed the flesh and blood man inside her, nothing else would do. Only Vegeta could put her out of misery.
One hellish week had passed since she'd walked out on him. She had done nothing but toss and turn every night, lying awake until the wee hours of the morning. As a result, she was tired, irritable and unable to focus on work. In a vain attempt to get Vegeta out of her mind, she agreed to go out with a man she didn't even like. "Is something wrong with your food, Bulma?" She blinked. Whatever had possessed her to go out to dinner with Yamcha Wolf anyway? Oh sure, he was attractive, if one liked the bulky, muscular, bodybuilding type. She didn't.
A small smile parted her lips. "The food's fine, Yamcha. I don't mean to be rude, but my mind is on work." Liar. He nodded in agreement. "You work too hard. What you need is a man who will take care of you so you won't ever need to work another day in your life." She frowned. What kind of a life is that? Yamcha Wolf owned a string of highly successful gyms and was obviously a rich man.
He'd pulled out all the stops to impress her. The restaurant was exclusive and intimate and he'd ordered in flawless French. It wasn't his fault her mind was on a certain tall, dark-haired, black-eyed stubborn man who made her shiver with just one heated look. Yamcha leaned forward. "You look beautiful." Bulma bit back a sigh and discreetly checked her slim watch. Has it only been an hour? "Thanks." He covered her hand on top of the table. "I'm glad you're here with me tonight." Her response was lost as her gaze was drawn near the front of the
restaurant.
The maître d' was leading the way for a cool, willowy blonde and her date. Her eyes narrowed in recognition. Vegeta. What the hell? Vegeta's gaze was inscrutable as he looked at her and Yamcha, touching briefly on the hand that still covered hers. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of anger flash in the deep black of his eyes but it was gone too quickly. In answer, her eyebrow rose as she looked at him and his companion.
Annoyance shadowed her expression. He certainly moved on fast. Her spirits sank further when she saw they were seated only a couple of tables away. Vegeta calmly looked back at her. What did she expect anyway? Her gaze slid over him and his companion disdainfully before she deliberately turned away. The blinding smile she awarded Yamcha gave him pause, before he recovered enough to shoot her an intimate one of his own.
Purposefully drawing him out with cleverly worded questions, Bulma listened with half an ear and smiled until she thought her face would crack. A headache was beginning to pound at her temples. Taking a sip of iced water, she dabbed at her lips with her white linen napkin before excusing herself to go to the ladies' room. It was thankfully deserted. Several deep breaths helped calm her down. Damn Vegeta and his date anyway. She was welcome to him. The door opened and closed behind her. The lock clicked into place, echoing loudly in the empty room. She looked up to find Vegeta by the door.
A torrent of conflicting emotions flooded her. "Vegeta," she greeted him coldly. His gaze raked over her mockingly as he stepped closer. "Enjoying your date, Bulma?" She whipped around to face him. "Enjoying yours?" One step was all it took to bring him flush against her. With a finger, he traced her glistening lips. "Has he fucked you yet?"
Her breath caught at his blunt words, every muscle stiffening in anger. He smirked. "I'm guessing he hasn't. What are you doing, Bulma? Trying to prove to me that you've moved on?" His voice reverberated with the anger he was making no effort to hide.
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you following me? How did you know I'd be here tonight?" Broad shoulders moved in a careless shrug. "Juu told me." She drew in a shaky breath. She'd talked to Juu this morning and casually mentioned she had a date. Traitor. Forcing herself to stand still, Bulma endured Vegeta's hot gaze as it moved slowly to the low neckline of her dress. In an instant, her nipples were hard as pebbles, feeling his gaze like a physical touch. Warm moisture pooled inside her pussy.
His lips curved smugly. "Having fun on your date?" Bulma lifted her chin. "As it happens, I was enjoying myself until you showed up. Go away, Vegeta," she added dismissively. His eyes darkened in anger. "Did you forget the rules, Bulma? This is between you and me. We're not allowed to bring anybody else into this." Cold dread slithered down her spine. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Liar," he shot back softly. Without warning, he pulled her dress up to her waist and tugged on her flimsy thong. The material ripped easily.
In shock, Bulma was unable to protest as he pushed her up against the marble sink and knelt in front of her, shouldering her legs apart. In a flash, his stiffened tongue honed in on her slit and marked his territory. She gasped helplessly. Vegeta ate her. Right there in the bathroom of the small, exclusive Le' Duc restaurant. Helpless and powerless to resist, she whimpered and arched. Her body went soft and pliant. The brush of his tongue wasn't gentle—he demanded and received a response. He had no mercy, no qualms about seducing her. He took her clit and bit at it gently. Bulma shuddered violently as he fucked her with his tongue, stabbing as deep inside her pussy as he could. With her head tipped back in wanton abandon, she gripped the sink behind her and hung on. A scream formed deep in her throat. He took her so quickly, so erotically that she lost all control. She
barely bit back her cries as she came. Pleasure hit her intensely, robbing her of breath, leaving her damp with perspiration. Her body shook with small aftershocks. Her breaths came in harsh pants and were the only
sound to be heard in the bathroom for long moments. His eyes glittered darkly. "Come home with me."
In the silence, the doorknob rattled loudly. They heard a woman's voice through the door. "Hello? Is anybody in there?" Bulma frantically straightened her clothing. "I can't." He stilled her hands and kissed one palm sensuously. "I don't want to play games with you, Bulma. I need you in my bed." The doorknob rattled again. The woman's irritated voice floated over the locked door. "I'm getting the manager." Her angry footsteps drifted away.
"You have to get out of here," she hissed, completely missing his narrowed gaze. Without saying a word, he turned and left. Shaken, Bulma took several deep breaths and splashed cold water on her face. Her galloping pulse showed no signs of slowing down. It was a few moments later before she felt calm enough to walk out of the bathroom. Any second now, Yamcha was going to come knocking on the door, wondering what the hell was keeping her.
Vegeta was right outside the door. Bulma threw a glance over to her table and frowned to see Yamcha wasn't there. Suspicion began to take root in her. "Where is he?" He shrugged. "It seems he found my date more…ah…willing." She glared at him. "What do you mean by that?" The look in his eyes was all too innocent. "They left a few minutes ago. Come on, I'll take you home." She swatted his hand away. "I can take a cab." He loomed over her, a big, hot, sexy immovable object.
"You can either come with me quietly, or we can make a scene." Bulma tamped down on the insidious arousal weakening her resolve. "Is this where you hit me over the head with your club and drag me off by the hair?" she asked sarcastically. His jaw tightened grimly. "We can do this either way. Your call, Bulma." Her fists clenched in anger. "You're a bastard. Do you know that?"
In horrified fascination, Bulma watched as his control broke.
She barely muffled a shriek when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. More than a few people threw them curious glances, whispering at the sight. Mortified, Bulma shut her eyes to block out the scene of her humiliation. His car was parked out front. She let out an angry huff as he hustled her into the front seat of the car and quickly fastened the seat belt around her.
He didn't miss her furtive glance at the car door. "You can try, but I'll just drag you back." Seething with anger, she averted her face and ignored the brief glance he threw her way before pulling out into traffic. Bulma took in the passing scenery. "This is not the way home." He didn't even look at her. "I'm taking you to my home so we can talk." She scoffed at that. "Talk?" "Yes, talk," he shot back. "Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll fuck you later and put us both out of our misery." She was furious at her body's reaction. Why, oh why was this man so irresistible to her? He was like a magnet that continually drew her with his sexual pull.
"You wish," she managed to retort with convincing disdain. She turned her face to the window, determined to ignore him. Apparently content to let her simmer in silence, Vegeta drove to his house. He threw the car into park and fairly dragged her through the front door before slamming it shut. "Sit." Her chin rose in defiance. She chose the chair farthest away from him and looked at him stonily.
"I've tried to be patient, Bulma, but patience doesn't work with you. I'm done playing games." His voice was dangerously quiet. Feeling at a distinct disadvantage from where she sat, Bulma stood up. "I can't believe you would stoop to force." She felt reckless, her anger mixed with arousal. This wasn't happening, damn it. Cursing the weakness that attacked her defenses, she stood her ground and faced him.
"I know there are plenty of women out there who would be more than glad to take my place." His brows drew together, his face grim with anger. "This must be my punishment then," he snapped angrily. "Because I want a stubborn, willful woman who is itching for a knockdown, drag-out fight." She glared at him mulishly. "Goddammit, there's only one way to communicate with you." He moved so swiftly that she could only gasp in surprise. He hefted her over his shoulder and proceeded up the stairs.
Not again. She kicked him ineffectively. "You better tie me down, because that's the only way you're keeping me here," she declared. Her voice was coldly furious, her face red from hanging upside down directly in line with his tight ass. "Good idea." He strode into her bedroom and dropped her like a sack of potatoes on his bed. The impact knocked the breath from her and held her immobile for precious moments, long enough for him to fish something out of his drawer.
He threw a leg over both of hers to hold her down while he made quick work of her dress. In no time at all, she was naked. Next, he took both her arms and fastened them above her head with leather handcuffs. Bulma struggled furiously, pulling at the restraints. He tied her to the thick columns of the headboard. "Let me go," she demanded angrily. Her nipples hardened in the cool air of the shadowed bedroom.
"You really think I believe this angry, outraged act?" he asked mockingly. He speared her pussy a heated glance. "Even now, you're getting wet wondering what I'm going to do to you." A grim smile played around his lips. "Perhaps I'll blindfold you. Deprivation of senses heightens pleasure. You won't know what to expect. You'll try to anticipate what I'll do." She glared at him, chest heaving with every breath. Holding her gaze, he began to undress.
Bulma stubbornly averted her eyes. Vegeta chuckled softly. "Look at me, Bulma." Still determined to defy him, she closed her eyes. If she was honest with herself, she'd turn and look her fill like she really wanted. "Look at me, or you won't like the consequences." Something in his tone made her obey. He was naked, his cock standing at rapt attention, proudly erect and unashamedly aroused. Her mouth went dry. Her eyes were glued to his cock, her thoughts written plainly on her face as she licked suddenly dry lips.
He followed the progress of her tongue. "Later," he said thickly. "For now, I have to teach you a lesson." "Lesson?" she croaked. Fresh moisture flooded her pussy. "I am the only one who can give you what you need, Bulma." Her body reacted traitorously to his closeness. "Your little act of defiance tonight didn't work. You couldn't take your eyes off me. You were so upset because you were jealous." "I felt nothing of the sort," she denied huskily, her eyes drawn like a magnet to his cock.
God, I want him in my mouth.He rubbed her lips. "Such lies from these lovely lips." He bent low and licked her ear. "You're used to being in control of your emotions and your feelings. You can't control me. You can't control your body that's begging to be fucked by me." He ran a hand over her stomach. Her muscles contracted at his touch. "Let me go, Vegeta." Her movements screamed the exact opposite as her legs fell apart to expose her weeping slit.
He chuckled softly as he pressed a soft kiss on her lips. "One week was long enough for me," he whispered. "I missed you so much I couldn't sleep." He looked at her expectantly. Her eyes flashed in defiance despite her state of immobility. "All right. I couldn't sleep either. Satisfied?" "Not by a long shot." He tweaked her nipples gently before pulling one between his lips. The rough rasp of his tongue made her moan helplessly.
"I love your breasts. I love their shape, the way they fit in my hands. I love their taste." Bulma tossed her head against the pillow, pulling at the restraints. He laved her navel with soft licks before moving downwards, his shoulders keeping her thighs apart. "Do you want me to fuck you, Bulma?" With a moan, she pushed her hips closer to him. "Yes," she hissed.
"Then you're going to have to beg me for it." Her eyes widened in disbelief at his words. "I can go on all night without making you come." "Why are you doing this?" she cried in frustration. "I want to prove to you that no one else can give you what I can. I'm the only one who can fuck you into a mindless frenzy." His hard, determined tone was at odds with the gentle way he licked all around her pussy. "You can have this every night. All you have to do is admit that I'm the only one you want."
Bulma shook her head in mute denial. With a small grin, he settled between her thighs and sought the hidden folds and hollows of her pussy. "Ohhhh," she moaned helplessly. Vegeta was relentless, determined to make her beg. Bulma barely hung on to her sanity as he licked and lapped at her. Her gaze grew unfocused as she looked down at his dark head. Her moans intensified. She was almost there, so close, so— He stopped.
Bulma sobbed in protest. "Vegeta, don't do this." Slowly moving up her sweat-dampened body, he leaned over her, his eyes closed tightly. He held his cock by the base of the shaft and pressed tightly. A moment passed before he breathed deeply. Her lips parted, her gaze glued to his rampantly erect cock. Vegeta reached over to the nightstand and picked up a thick tube.
Her eyes widened as he spread a generous amount of lubricant on his palm and proceeded to coat his cock slowly. Apprehension warred with desire inside her. Desire won. "Vegeta?" Excited anticipation was thick in her voice. "Don't worry. You'll like this." He put his hands under her knees and pushed up, the position leaving her open and vulnerable. The broad head of his cock nudged the puckered opening of her ass.
Her breath caught in her throat. There was no possible way he was going to fit in there. "Relax." "You're killing me," she groaned, trying vainly to shift her hips. He easily held her firm and steady. "Babe, you'll be reborn after this." His finger went to her pussy and began a steady, mind-destroying massage to her clit. Pleasure began to work its magic, making her body pulsate deeply, boneless and pliant. His cock pushed through the initial tightness of her rectal muscles before he stopped.
"A-Are you…?" she trailed off helplessly. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the incredible pleasure/pain that paralyzed her. He grunted and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until his balls slapped against her. Her breath rushed out. "Oh, God." His eyes locked onto hers. "Feel good?" Bulma was unable to answer, bathed in sweat and panting harshly. She felt every inch of him inside her, initiating muscles unused to such penetration.
Unable to help herself, she moved. The slight movement only lodged him deeper. "Vegeta, please," she begged. "You have to move. Oh!" Her thoughts scattered with a touch of his hand. Two fingers slid in her pussy and found her G-spot, starting a maddening come-hither motion. Bulma was mindless at the assault on her senses. "Fuck me, please," she begged unashamedly, beyond caring.
"Please." "Feel what your body is telling you. This pussy," his fingers plunged deep into her, "this ass," he punctuated his words with deep thrusts, "is mine. Your body recognizes it even if your mind doesn't." Bulma was moaning, out of control. "You can deny it all you want, Bulma. But you want me and nobody else." His words brought her gaze up to his. His jaw was tight, his face dotted with sweat. "Say it."
"Vegeta," she gasped. He stayed unmoving deep inside her. "Say it." Her eyes softened in surrender. "I'm yours. Yours," she choked out breathlessly, her voice broken. "Fuck me, please." The deep black of his eyes flared with satisfaction. He began to fuck her in earnest. Bulma writhed on the bed, whimpering helplessly. The sensations that bombarded her drove her insane, her whole being concentrated on the forbidden place where they were joined.
He had been ruthless in making her beg. Now that she had surrendered, he fucked her like a crazed man.
She was with him every step of the way, riding every wave and roll of pleasure that slammed through her. At last she screamed and threw her head back, bucking out of control. She tightened rhythmically on his cock, lost in the throes of her orgasm. I'm dying, she thought hazily.
Vegeta plunged into her one final time before going off the edge. She whimpered and clung to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his big body. It went on and on. By the time it was over, she was utterly drained of energy.
He kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Bulma." Shock rendered her speechless. Tenderly, Vegeta pushed a damp tendril of hair away from her cheek.
"I know you're wary of commitment. I'm willing to wait and work this out. I just want us to be together." His lips touched hers again and again. "I can't let you go." Exhausted and sated, Bulma blinked away the tears that pricked the corner of her eyes. She watched silently as he released her from the handcuffs and rubbed her wrists gently.
"Don't say anything right now," he whispered softly. "Just open yourself to the possibility." Her heart ached. "Why?" her aqua eyes filled whit tears looked strait to his onyx's ones.
"Because I love you," was his simple answer. "As long as we're together every day and every night, I'll be happy."
Bulma clung to him tightly and buried her face in his neck. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve this chance at true love. Deep in her heart, she knew she loved Vegeta as much as he loved her. But old habits died hard.
It was difficult to let go of her fear.
Vegeta believed that they had a future, which was enough for her. With a small sigh, she settled deeper in his arms, her eyes closing as she fell in a deep, dreamless sleep. Whit the man he loved "good night my sweet prince" "good night my angel".
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