by Rachel Blake
"Again." He started a slow agonizing swirl around her swollen clit.
"I love you with every fiber of my being, Leland Boisy."
His hand disappeared a second before he shoved his shorts down and stepped behind her. He crudely buried his cock inside her core. His need was palpable as he buried himself to the hilt and nearly pulled all the way out then plunged in again. "It is about damn time I heard those words from your mouth again."
"Again?" Autumn grunted at he pounded into her relentlessly, forcing the couch forward with every thrust of his hips.
Her question was ignored as he gathered her hair in his fist. He pulled her tresses back, forcing her to arch her spine to alleviate the pain in her scalp. Pressing his chest into her back without letting up on his hold, he bit her ear before he whispered harshly into it, "Proclaim your love for me again. I want to hear you say it while I have my dick buried inside you." He slapped the outside of her thigh. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure, forcing her to clamp down on the rapidly moving appendage. "Don't you dare come without permission, princess, and you won't receive it until I hear the words."
"I love you, Sir," she cried out breathlessly as the sofa finally hit the wall, ending their slow trek across the living room.
"No," Leland growled, slapping her other thigh with so much force there was no doubt there would be a handprint. It took everything she had to keep herself from tumbling into oblivion. "I want to hear my name fall from those beautiful lips of yours."
"I love you, Leland! I love you, I love you, I love you! Now, for God's sake, may I please come?"
One of Leland's hands left her hip, and he forced it between her body and the couch, tapping lightly on her hidden button. "Now, baby!" he commanded as he harshly flicked her clit. As her body convulsed, she felt him bury himself deep within her. He stilled, and a grunt fell from his mouth.
Chapter 19
Autumn snuggled deeper into Leland's chest. They were sitting on the sofa, his back against the armrest and his legs stretched the length of the couch. He held Autumn curled against his chest, neither of them wearing a stitch of clothing. He ran the tip of his index finger over the outside of her hip. "You have a couple of gorgeous handprints on your legs, princess."
She let the sass drip from her words but didn't bother to lift her head off his chest. "Hmm, I wonder how those got there?"
"When you don't follow directions, and I cannot reach your disobedient ass because I am hammering into your hot pussy I, as your Dom, have no choice but to deliver swift justice to another accessible part of your body. If you would have just done as you were told, you would still have pasty white thighs."
She lifted her head from his chest—her mouth open in shock and her eyes slightly narrowed. "I don't have pasty white thighs! Besides, if you weren't so lost in your caveman mode and able to form more than single word sentences, I may have understood what you wanted me to say before you felt the need to smack my delicate flesh."
"Laying it on a bit thick, princess."
She laid her head back down. "This is what I missed the most."
"Laying your head on my hairy chest?"
"No." Autumn lightly smacked his chest. "I missed how much a scene brings us together."
"That was nothing like the scene I had planned."
"So? It was the scene we both needed."
Leland tipped her chin up so he could see her eyes. "Did it help with your guilt?"
"No."
The disappointment registered on his face. "I am so sorry, baby. We will figure this out together. We will find a way to deal with your emotions."
"Let me finish," Autumn mildly chided. "I didn't realize it until I got home from Liv's, but she was the person I needed to forgive me the most, and I got that forgiveness right before she slapped me across the face for being selfish." Leland's growl made Autumn snicker. "What I needed from you was to know you still wanted to be my Dom because I need to submit. Yes, we have had sex since the fire, but you didn't take control at all. You let me have all the power. I decided the position. I set the pace. I called a halt to it when I wanted. It was the worst sex we have ever had, solely because I was unable to get out of my head and just do as you ordered. I needed you to take back your power in order for me to know you forgave me. After the session this morning and a few minutes ago, mission accomplished."
Confusion was evident in both Leland's voice and on his face. "Why would you need my forgiveness?"
Tears gathered in Autumn's eyes, and her voice broke before she was able to answer him. "If you had not needed to scold me for helping the cops with the father, you would have been nowhere near the house when the wall fell. He would have never needed to make the decision between you or himself. He could have saved himself. Liv would have her husband. You would be free to live your life without the knowledge that your best friend gave up his life and future for you." With swift, determined movements, Lee changed positions and had her across his lap before she'd even realized he had sat up. "Lee, what?" Her sentence was cut short when his hand met her ass.
"Do you think I would blame you for the choice of another adult?"
"It was my fault." An extra hard spank landed on the back of her thigh. "If I had just followed protocol and stayed away, like the rest of the paramedics, you both would be okay."
Leland had landed another volley of swats on her rapidly coloring skin before his voice mingled with the steady sound of the flesh meeting flesh. "You are right." Autumn's heart sank, and she went limp over his lap. "Let me finish. You are right. You should have followed protocol. Truthfully, I am very surprised you didn't get more than a week's suspension for ignoring scene safety, but you are also wrong." Leland stopped spanking and rested his hand on her heated flesh. "Listen carefully, Autumn Rose. I have not, do not and never will blame you for the tragic accident that took Kevin's life. We will never know what was running through his head when he decided to give up his life for me, but I do know if he were here now, he would have taken you over his knee weeks ago, right after he knocked some sense into me via a well-placed boot for failing to see what you needed sooner."
Autumn snorted with laughter as Leland helped her to sit on his lap and snuggle into his chest again. "Could you imagine what he would have done once he found out Liv slapped me? If you keep growling like that, I am going to have to call animal control."
"Sorry, princess, but every time I think about the handprint on your face, I become sick to my stomach." He ran his hand over the cheek that had been assaulted. "I know what he would have done. The poor girl would have sat gingerly for at least a week. Same as you if I ever hear you blaming yourself for Kevin's death again."
"Don't worry, Sir," Autumn assured, running her fingers through his chest hair. "As I said, my guilt is gone, but if it comes back, I will tell you rather than let it stew. Promise."
"Good girl."
Epilogue
I could not be any more of a cliché if I tried.
There he was, the villain, standing in shadows of the alley behind an apartment building. At least in the movies, the bad guy got to see the woman he was stalking. He had only seen his target once since he'd arrived three hours ago, and he was getting sick of standing there.
Turning into the building, the man dug a pack of smokes from his pocket and lit one with a deep inhale. He hated smoking, but the need was too great.
That was why he was sitting in the dark alley at three in the morning. His need. He needed to see her. The news reporter who first told the world of his talents. He needed her to do it again and again and again. She needed to share his work with the world. Show them the power he held within. Force the people to take notice. He could not be forgotten again.
He pressed himself against the wall a bit more when a car pulled to a stop at the end of the alleyway. With the glow of the streetlight illuminating the driver's face, he could just make out who it was.
"Seems my girl is popular among the men," he mumbled before turning from t
he new arrival to the car that had been parked in his girl's parking spot for the past few nights. It wasn't hers. According to the snooping he had done, she didn't own a car.
It had taken hours of surveillance, but he had finally gotten a glimpse of the owner the night before last. He had noticed two things about the man, he was older than she was and he was married. The silver in his hair and on his finger had reflected the light of the well-lit parking lot.
He had thought him to be her father, at first, but he had never seen a grown woman greet her father by taking a running leap into his arms. He had thought his girl was better than that.
If there wasn't such a risk of the search being traced back to him, he would run the plates, get the home address, and warn the poor, unsuspecting woman, but he had to be careful. Helping a scorned woman was an unnecessary risk.
The car at the end of the alley started up, and he turned to watch it pull away. He didn't like the man, Zander. Maybe he should make him his next target. It would surely keep the reporter connected to the story. After all, she had loved him. Why, was beyond him, but he saw it in her eyes every time she looked at the cocky man, and it infuriated him.
The pieces of his plan came together like a puzzle in his head. The smile that spread across his face was sinister.
The sneer stayed in place as he strode away from the building, dropping the butt as he went. He had a plan to work out and an arsonist to get rid of.
After all, all of her attention needed to be on him.
The End
Rachel Blake
I have been writing since high school, but truthfully never thought it would go any further than a few short stories hidden deep within my laptop. It wasn’t until my family moved away from everything we knew that I started writing stories worth sharing. Now, my husband, three kids, our plethora of animals, and I live in the Midwest. When I’m not running around like your stereotypical soccer mom (sans the minivan) I am writing the type of stories I have always secretly treasured: love stories with a sexy alpha and a strong submissive counterpart.
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