by Marie Force
The look she gives me is pure sexy innocence. “I would never do that.”
“Yes,” I say, laughing, “you would.” I sit up against a stack of pillows and pat my lap. “Come to me, my love. Assume the position.” I absolutely fucking love the way her face flushes and her lips part when she realizes my intentions. “Now.”
Moving hesitantly, she crawls to me—which is fucking sexy as hell—and drapes her body over my lap, presenting that delectable ass to do with whatever I like. And there are so many things I’d like to do… I cup her supple cheeks, squeezing and shaping them. “How many do you think you deserve tonight?”
“None?”
I spank her right cheek, and she gasps from the surprise as much as the impact. “Try again.”
“That counts as one.”
“Are you topping from the bottom again, my love? Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?” She is. We both know it, but what fun is it if I don’t try to pull rank on her once in a while?
“N-no.”
That little stutter makes me harder than I already am. “So what’s a good number for coming without permission at the club?”
“Five?”
“Nowhere near enough.”
“Seven.”
“Getting closer. I think twelve would do it. A nice even dozen.”
She moans, but the way her back arches in anticipation tells the true story. She loves this as much as I do.
I start off easy, giving her three quick spanks intended to get her attention, in case I didn’t already have it. After the third one, I switch on the vibration in the plug, and she nearly levitates off my lap. Her entire body flushes with heat that nearly sends me over the edge I’ve been clinging to since I first saw her in this sexy getup. I run a finger under one of the garters and then down between her cheeks, where I discover she’s as wet as she was at the club.
Her hands are gripping the down comforter, her head is lowered, and her rapid breathing mesmerizes me. I love knowing I can do this to her, that I can take her to this place of sharp, intense arousal. Making her count off each stroke of my hand against her bottom, I continue with the “punishment” that has us both so hot and bothered I worry that I won’t get through it without embarrassing myself.
She wrecks the control that has been a source of endless pride to me as a Dom. But no other woman has been like this woman.
After the twelfth spank, I stroke and caress her red bottom, making sure the pain becomes pleasure, until she is practically purring in my arms. I grasp the base of the plug and gently begin to withdraw it.
Her head comes up, and her entire body goes tense.
I press it back into place, drawing a low, keening moan from her. I repeat that same move, over and over again, until she’s a quivering mess of sensation. “Nat… I want to fuck you here so bad. You have to tell me you want it, too.”
“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I want you. I want everything with you.”
“Turn over, sweetheart.” I need to see her face and her eyes, to ensure she’s doing this because she wants to and not just for me.
I help her to turn until I’m holding her in my arms, looking down at her face. “Tell me again.”
“I want you, Flynn. Every way I can have you.” She never blinks or hesitates or shows an ounce of fear.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
My heart gallops in my chest. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”
“I know you will.”
Her trust in me is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Nothing has ever been a greater turn-on than knowing this woman, who has every reason to trust no one, trusts me with her life, her pleasure, her happiness, her well-being. I kiss her softly and sweetly, all the while denying my baser urges to take, take, take what she is giving me so freely.
But we’re going to work up to it, one step at a time. Step one is kissing—deep, erotic kissing that goes on for what seems like hours. I cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers, planning to draw this out for hours if necessary to ensure it’s good for both of us. I want her to love it so much she wants to do it again and again.
Eventually, I move us so she’s on her back and I’m above her.
She looks up at me with those big eyes, the color different now from when I first met her, but no less compelling than it was then. I see her every emotion reflected in those eyes that look at me with love and trust and desire. I want to always be worthy of all that she has given me.
I kiss her neck and work my way down to her breasts, feasting on each nipple until they’re tight red nubs. Each rib gets my attention, and her belly quivers as I run my lips over the soft skin there.
“Flynn…”
“What, honey?”
“I thought you wanted to… That we were going to…”
“I do, and we will. Eventually.”
Sighing, she sags into the mattress, understanding now that nothing about this is going to be fast or immediate.
I lift her legs over my shoulders and hold her open for my tongue. She’s so wet and so primed that I could make her come with one stroke of my tongue. But what fun would that be? Setting the plug to the most intense vibration, I set out to drive her mad with my tongue and fingers.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Her hands fist my hair, and she’s pulling so hard it hurts. I couldn’t care less. All I can think about is the sweet taste of her pussy, the muscles clamping down on my fingers and how much I love her.
Ready to move things along, I latch on to her clit and suck, drawing the tight nub of flesh into my mouth and running my tongue back and forth. “Come, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I suck harder and drive my fingers into her as deep as they’ll go.
She shrieks as she comes, her legs tightening around my head to keep me from getting away.
I bring her down slowly, gently, and then rise to my knees to push into her channel, riding the waves of her orgasm. The plug makes it an especially tight fit as I thrust into her, over and over again, needing to take the edge off this mad, clawing desire so I can give her the tenderness she needs for what’s next.
Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands grip my ass, and when she squeezes, I lose it, coming with a roar that’s ripped straight from my gut. Christ have mercy… And then I feel her come, too, again.
I collapse on top of her, my head spinning from the wild ride. I open my eyes to see the red tip of her breast calling to me and raise my head to draw it into my mouth. Even after an explosive release, I want more.
She moans and raises her hips, and I come alive all over again, hardening inside her. I begin to move, thrusting until I’m fully hard.
“You’re going to kill me,” she whispers, her eyes closed.
“Never. I love you too much to kill you.” I kiss her lips, which are puffy and soft. “Ready for more?”
“Not sure if I can take any more.”
“You want to stop?”
She opens her eyes. “Did I say that?”
I smile down at her. “I want to see your face for this, but it might be more comfortable for you on your belly. What do you prefer?”
“I want to see your face, too.”
I kiss her again before withdrawing my extremely hard cock from her very tight pussy, making us both moan. From the bedside table, I grab a condom and a bottle of lubricant.
Natalie watches me closely. “Have you done this before in this bed?”
“Never.”
As I roll on the condom, I realize my hands are shaking ever so slightly. “I want you to stop this if you don’t like it, Nat. I mean it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She reaches up to caress my face. “I know how to stop it.”
“It’ll hurt at first, but the more you try to relax and let me in, the easier it will be.”
Swallowing hard, she says, “Okay.”
“Ready to remove the
plug?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
I begin slowly, drawing the plug out before reseating it.
Natalie groans. “Why do you have to torture me?”
“I’m getting you ready.”
“Torture.”
“Preparation.”
I withdraw the plug to the widest point, letting it stretch her and leaving it there as I bend over her to suck on her nipple. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
“Hurts,” she says softly.
“I know.” I don’t remind her that I’m a lot bigger than the plug, and I want her to be as ready as she can be to take me. After long minutes of letting the plug stretch her, I remove it, and she sags in relief that’s short-lived. Flipping open the cap on the bottle of lube, I squirt a healthy amount onto my fingers and slide them into her, ensuring she’s prepared from the inside out. “Talk to me, honey.”
“Can’t.”
“Try.”
“Tight.”
“Yes, it is.”
Her pussy is so wet, it’s running down to where my fingers slide in and out of her ass. I bend my head to lick her, startling her when my tongue connects with her clit. After stroking her a few more times with my tongue and fingers, I withdraw both and apply another handful of lube to my cock.
I’ve done this many times before—too many to count—but it’s never mattered as much as it does now. I want so badly to make it good for her, and my love for her makes it so much more intense than it’s ever been.
I press the head of my cock against her tight opening and push, slowly and easily, watching her face carefully.
Her mouth opens, her back arches, and her head falls back.
“Nice and easy, sweetheart. Push against me, let me in.”
Reaching under her, I grasp her cheeks and open her as I give her a little more.
Her sharp gasp stops me in place as she spasms around me. The pressure is so tight and so intense that I have to summon every ounce of control I possess to keep from coming.
“Talk to me.”
Her low grunt is the only response I get. She’s concentrating so deeply and trying so hard to give me what I want that she can’t speak.
I give her a little more.
“You’re doing so great, baby. I wish you could see what I see, the way you’re stretched around my cock and taking me in. It’s so fucking hot.” I reach down to press my thumb against her clit, which is tight and hard. “You can come any time you want to.”
Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and I kiss them away.
“Are those tears of pain?”
She shakes her head, and I’m filled with relief.
I continue to caress her clit, hoping to give her something else to focus on. Her thighs begin to quiver, and she rocks against me, coming with a scream that allows me to enter her fully. Holy God… It’s the most amazing feeling. Her entire body is convulsing around me, so I hold on tight to her, riding wave after wave of incredible sensation.
When she finally begins to calm, I start to move, slowly withdrawing and then pressing back in, over and over again, rocking gently against her.
“God, Nat, you’re so fucking hot. You’re making me crazy right now.”
She raises her hips, and that tiny bit of encouragement is all I need to let loose, giving her deeper thrusts that have me on the brink of release. I hold off, wanting her to come again before I give in.
“I’m staying right here until you come again,” I whisper against her ear.
Her deep moan makes me smile.
I press deeper and begin once again to stroke her clit, thrusting into her in small, tight increments. Next time we do this, I’ll use a finger vibe so I can keep her coming the whole time. I keep up the dual actions until she’s writhing under me, coming again, harder this time than the last, which is all it takes to trip the most intense orgasm of my life.
Though I never take my eyes off her face, I nearly lose all sense of time and place as I hammer into her, taking as much as giving.
She clings to me, crying out as the release overtakes us both.
Gripping the condom, I withdraw from her as slowly as I went in, watching her the entire time. I use a tissue to dispose of the condom so I don’t have to leave her for even a second.
“Sweetheart…”
“Hmmm.”
“Can you open your eyes?”
It takes a minute, but they flutter open, glassy and moist and full of love that fills me with relief.
“Good?”
“Mmmm.”
“I need the words.”
She licks her lips. “Good. Different but good.”
“Hurt?”
“Yeah, but not as bad as I expected.”
“Would you do it again?”
“Now?” she asks, seeming alarmed.
Laughing, I say, “No, not now.”
“I’d do it again. You were right about the orgasm… Phew… It was so powerful.”
I’m so glad to hear her say that. It’s not for everyone, but I love it, so I’m glad to know she wasn’t so put off by our first time that she wouldn’t be willing to do it again.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me.”
“Thank you for being so gentle with me.”
“I’ll always be gentle with you.” I kiss her and hold her close. “Let me clean you up, and then we’ll get some sleep.” I release her only long enough to retrieve a warm washcloth from the bathroom that I use to clean us both.
She releases a satisfied-sounding sigh as the rough terrycloth rubs her sensitive flesh.
I look up to find her watching me tend to her, a small smile on her lips.
“What?”
“Just looking at what’s mine.”
I love that she’s possessive of me when that quality has driven me insane with other women. This woman is welcome to be as possessive of me as she’d like to be. “So am I.”
She holds out her arms to me.
I toss the washcloth on the floor and go to her, dragging the covers up and over us. We come together, arms and legs wrapped around each other, bodies pressed tightly. It’s the only way I can sleep now, with her warm, sweet softness snug against me.
“Are you hurting, sweetheart?”
“No, not really. I’m still throbbing.”
“And throbbing is a good thing?”
“In this case, yes.”
“I want you to know that I wish I’d told you the truth about myself from the beginning, that I’d had the faith I should’ve had in you and that core of inner strength that is so much a part of who you are.”
“While I wish I’d heard it from you rather than your ex-wife, you were probably wise to hold it back from me. I wouldn’t have been able to handle it at the beginning, and I might’ve done something stupid like run away from you.”
“I would’ve run after you.” I stroke my hand over her hair. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. We have a very special day ahead tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait to marry you all over again.”
“Me, too.” Long after she’s asleep, I remain awake, enjoying the simple pleasure of holding her while she sleeps.
Chapter 16
My entire body is sore from what we did last night. I can’t seem to move as I force my eyes to open on a new day, one in which we will celebrate our marriage with Flynn’s family. I’m disappointed that neither of my sisters could get the time off from school and work, and that Leah couldn’t get anyone to cover her shift at the bar. Aileen had another round of chemo on Friday, so she can’t come either.
I tell myself I’m okay with none of my people being here, but I can’t deny I’m disappointed that none of them could make it work, even after Flynn offered to fly them out for it.
I need to get up. I need to take a shower and wash my hair so I’m ready when the hair and makeup people get here to help me get ready. I told Flynn and Addie I didn’t want all that, but he insisted on full pamperin
g today.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he says when he and Fluff come into the room. Wearing only a pair of basketball shorts, Flynn is carrying a tray, and the scent of coffee has my full attention. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I try to sit up and instantly regret moving.
“Oh God, baby. Is it bad?”
“I’m okay.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“I’m sore.”
“I’ll run you a hot bath after you eat.” He gestures to the plate with eggs and bacon and pancakes.
My stomach growls loudly. “Did you make all this?”
“No, Fluff did. But I supervised.”
I laugh despite my aches and pains.
Fluff barks and jumps up on the bed to “help” with my breakfast.
I struggle to find a comfortable position, and when I’m settled, he places the tray on my lap. “I’ve never had breakfast in bed before I met you.”
“What do you think of it?”
Taking a bite of bacon, I smile at him. “I could get used to it.”
“We’re fine with that.”
“Have you been up long?”
“Couple hours. I took a run and did some work.” He accepts the bite of pancake I offer him. “It’s no fun being awake without you.”
I waggle a finger at him to bring him closer so I can kiss him. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too. Sorry I slept so late.”
“Don’t be sorry. You were worn out.”
“Extremely.”
“Are you sorry… Do you wish…”
I lay a finger over his lips. “I loved it. No regrets, no second-guessing.”
He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “Ready for that hot bath?”
“Sounds heavenly.”
“You should have plenty of time to soak before the masseuse arrives.”
“Masseuse?”
“You heard me right. I want my wife nice and relaxed for her big day.”
“You’re too good to me.”
He leans over to kiss me. “You’re good to me, too.” Then he’s gone to the bathroom to turn on the tub for me, Fluff following close behind him.
I meant what I said about having no regrets. I love happy, satisfied, relaxed Flynn, who isn’t wound so tightly he might burst from trying to deny who and what he is. I said I wanted all of him, and I got that last night. I have absolutely no regrets.
