Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Becks

T he train car's rhythmic sway seemed to sync with the beating of Becks' heart as she watched Liam lock the door, securing their privacy. The click of the bolt was akin to a starting gun, and her pulse quickened, anticipating the race.

"Are you all right?" His voice cut through the din of steel on steel, low and laced with concern.

She nodded, but her eyes betrayed the tempest within—fear mingled with an insatiable hunger. "I'm fine," Becks lied, her gaze fixed on the sharp line of his jaw, the solidity of his form that had shielded her from bullets and brutality only hours before.

"Becks..." His tone dipped, a dark melody that spoke of things unsaid, of control and surrender. He approached, closing the gap between them, his hand lifting to brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. "You don't have to hide from me. Not your fears, not your needs, not anything."

Her breath hitched, the air thick with the electricity of their unspoken need. "Liam, I..." She faltered, the words catching in her throat.

"Tell me." He stepped closer, his presence enveloping her.

"I need..." Becks swallowed, her resolve steadying. "I need your dominance. Your... control. It helps me forget."

"Is that what you want?" His fingertips traced the contour of her collarbone, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

"Yes," she breathed out, her answer less a word and more a release of the dam within her soul.

"Then submit to me," Liam commanded, his voice a velvet caress that wrapped around her will.

With a nod, Becks surrendered, allowing him to guide her towards the plush seat that doubled as their bed. Her hands trembled as he deftly undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing the swell of her breasts restrained by delicate lace. His fingers danced over her skin, igniting a fire that contrasted starkly with the cold peril lurking beyond their sanctuary.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, drawing a moan that echoed within the confines of their carriage.

"Please, Liam..."

"Patience," he chided softly, his hands commanding as they stripped away the remaining barriers of fabric, baring her to his hungry gaze.

He bound her wrists with a silk scarf, a symbol of their shared secret world, the ties that bound them far deeper than physical restraint. With each knot, Becks felt the outside world fade, replaced by the all-consuming presence of the man who she knew now could dominate her body and soul.

"Look at me," Liam instructed, and she lifted her eyes to meet his. In them, she saw the reflection of her own need, raw and unapologetic.

"Sir.”

"Damn straight," he affirmed, sealing their pact with a kiss that stole her breath away.

As they moved together, the train plunged into a tunnel, shrouding them in darkness. For a moment, the world consisted only of the sound of their breathing, the scent of their arousal, and the undeniable truth that they were two halves of a dangerous, intoxicating whole.

Liam sat down on the bed next to her, using the scarf they’d bought earlier in the day to tie her wrists before raising them above her head and pressing them into the mattress. ”Leave them,” he commanded in a soft voice before he began kissing her slowly—his tongue possessed her mouth while his hands began to palm and cup her breasts.

Becks tried to maintain some kind of control over her own responses but found it far too easy to follow Liam’s lead. Grasping a pillow, he pushed it under her bottom before standing next to her, stripping confidently and without hesitation. The man was gorgeous, with muscular arms and legs, a sculpted chest and washboard abs. He looked as if he’d been built of marble. His chest was covered in a light layer of black hair that dusted over his pecs and trailed down to his groin, as if to point to his impressive and completely engorged cock.

She couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. He was enormous; easily the longest and thickest cock she’d ever seen. Wrapped around his thick shaft were dark veins, teasing and tempting her.

"I've been hard for you since I picked you up from your office. It took immense restraint not to join you in that bed last night," he chuckled. “God, you have gorgeous tits.”

He smiled down at her before enveloping one of her nipples with his mouth. The sensation of heat and wetness surrounding the sensitive tissue left her head spinning. He swirled his tongue around the peak before pulling on her breast, heightening the pleasure as he suckled hard.

When he moved onto her other nipple, waves of pleasure shot straight to her clit with such intensity that it bordered on painful. Her nipples hardened into swollen points, aching for more attention. He climbed onto the bed and spread her legs apart, settling between them as he stared at her sex with a possessive gaze.

The thrill of being exposed fought against the embarrassment, causing her to jerk against her restraints. She couldn't move or close her legs with him in the way. A cool breeze brushed over her wet folds as they were fully exposed.

“Open, Becks.”

She whimpered, but not out of pain or fear. The thought of being further confined was more intimidating than exciting at the moment. "I'll behave, Sir."

"Good girl." His hands traveled up her inner thighs until they reached the edge of her pussy. His thumbs pulled back her outer labia, revealing her completely. He bent down and his tongue began tracing patterns through her folds, nipping and sucking, before landing on her sensitive entrance.

There was no time for thought before he sucked her clit into his mouth. An overwhelming sense of pleasure washed through her. "Oh god," she moaned.

Involuntarily, her hips lifted off the bed, but his hands pressed her back down, not giving her any chance to move. He then blew gently on her swollen clit, sending shivers throughout her body. She whimpered again as his tongue started circling the engorged bundle of nerves, causing a tightness in her stomach that she couldn't control.

Becks let out a low, sensual moan as he ran his finger over her sensitive nub, spreading her moisture and intensifying the pleasure. His skilled hand teased and pulled at her clit until she couldn't take it anymore and pushed her hips up for more. But he wasn't done yet; he grabbed her legs, lifting her up and giving her backside a hard swat, which spread reverberations of pain and pleasure through her body.

Suddenly, his mouth replaced his fingers, and she felt herself reaching the brink of ecstasy. She arched her back as every muscle in her body tensed, and then she exploded into an intense climax that seemed to last forever. He continued to work his magic with his tongue, causing aftershocks of pleasure to ripple through her body.

As he finally stopped, she was left gasping for air and covered in a thin layer of sweat. She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her with a smirk on his face.

"That was too easy," he said, playfully biting her thigh before continuing, "Next time I'll make you work for it."

"Next time?" she squeaked, both surprised and reassured by his words.

Before she could get any answers, he flipped her onto her knees and positioned her how he wanted. She couldn't help but feel a sense of full submission as he took control of her body.

"Liam?"

"Who?" His cold tone sent shivers down her spine, but it also ignited something within her. With each demand and touch, he was pushing her further into uncharted territory.

“Sir,” she corrected.

She heard him tear open a condom wrapper and sheath himself in it. Then he entered her slowly, filling the emptiness inside her in a way that no one ever had before. Despite the wetness between her legs, her pussy still resisted slightly against his cock’s intrusion. But as he started moving rhythmically inside her, all resistance melted away. He felt incredible—so good it almost hurt—and she couldn't get enough.

As he pushed himself inside her, she felt an intense friction that sent electric shocks up her spine. He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out with more force each time until she could feel his hips pressing against her ass. The sensation of being completely filled sent waves of pleasure through her swollen clit, urging her body to crave more. She moved her hips to meet his oncoming thrusts, and he chuckled with satisfaction.

"Good," he murmured in contentment as his hands gripped her hips, keeping her anchored as he continued to move within her. He moved slowly at first, then harder, pulling her back towards him as his thrusts grew stronger. She struggled against his hold as pleasure surged through her body, fueled by his relentless possession.

Her mind clouded over as need built up inside her, reaching a point of no return. She tightened around him, feeling every single nerve scream with excitement. He leaned forward as he propped himself up with one arm. With his other hand, he reached around to her sensitive and swollen clit. He rubbed gently while thrusting deeply into her, causing a continuous stream of pleasure to pulse through her.

As he continued to thrust forcefully inside her, his slick fingers found their way to rub up and down on either side of her clit, eliciting even more intense sensations. Up and down...thrust...up and down...thrust...each movement coiling tighter and tighter inside of her until she couldn't take it anymore.

He held onto her mercilessly, forcing her to accept everything he gave her. Up and down... forward and back… Suddenly, he angled his cock in a way that hit a sensitive spot inside her that sent her entire body into overdrive. Her neck arched back, and she reached the brink of an explosive climax that rocked through her with the force of a tsunami, one wave after another, until every cell in her body tingled with pleasure.

She could barely catch her breath as she cried out.

His hands shifted to grip her hips tightly as he pumped into her with short, powerful thrusts. And then with a final, deep thrust, he pinched her clit, and she cried out again as another explosion shook her body, causing her pussy to contract around his cock like a hot fist. She couldn't believe how much pleasure he was able to give her, leaving tears burning in her eyes as he gently kissed her neck and continued to murmur words of praise.

He pulled out and left her on the bed while he disposed of the condom. He rejoined her, untying her wrists and pulling her close. They clung to each other as the train charged down the tracks, racing towards Berlin and the unknown dangers that awaited. But within the cocoon of their sleeper car, Becks knew one thing with certainty: no matter what lay ahead, she was irrevocably and utterly Liam's—if only he would have her.