His Deal

by Rebel Rose

  “Understandable.”

  I say my goodbyes and go out to find Tristan sitting in one of the chairs on the front porch. I don’t say a single word—not I’m sorry, not are you all right, not can I do anything to make you feel better? I don’t say a word because I know how to bring comfort to my Dom.

  I lower myself to my knees and assume the submissive pose at his feet. With my head bowed, I press the side of my face to his inner thigh and wrap my hand lovingly around his leg.

  His hand gently grasps the back of my neck, kneading the tense muscles there. “You know exactly what I need.”

  The Dom inside of Tristan feels as though he has lost control. The need to regain that lost control is clawing its way through him from the inside out. “I am yours to command, to do with as you wish.”

  “We’ll stay at the suite tonight. I don’t have it in me to drive home.” Tristan leans forward and lifts my face, kissing my mouth hard. “You should probably expect to use the safe word tonight.”

  “I’ll resist.”

  “Use it if you must. It exists because I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I don’t want to hurt you. Those words are laughable.

  “Yes, you do. You want to hurt me. You need to hurt me.”

  He cradles the sides of my face and presses his forehead to mine. “I wish I didn’t need it, bebelle. But fuck, I do.”

  I place my hands on top of his. “I need what you need. Whatever it may be.”

  “You really mean that, don’t you?”

  I nod. “I do.”

  I have given him every part of myself. And he has taken it all, shaping me into the submissive I am meant to be.

  I kneel only for him… and I am adored.

  I am his whore… and I am his queen.

  I am a submissive… and I belong to him.

  I am his.

  16

  Tristan Broussard

  I’m the product of a thirty-two-year-old man raping his sixteen-year-old sister. That thought doesn’t leave my mind on the drive to the hotel.

  Maybe that’s why I’m the way I am.

  Emma Lia and I enter the front door of my hotel suite, and she doesn’t take two steps before I grab her, pushing her back firmly against the door.

  I take her mouth in a hard, brutal kiss, using my grip on her jaw to hold her in place. My lips smash against hers, my teeth nipping her lower lip, and then I roughly push my tongue into her mouth. It’s only the first way I plan to invade her body tonight. The first way that I plan to hurt her.

  She groans and the sadistic savage living within me delights in her response to the pain. But he wants more. And he gets it when I taste the metallic coppery flavor of her blood in my mouth.

  “What is the safe word, bebelle?”

  “Rouge,” she whispers into my mouth.

  “Say it when you reach your limit. And trust me, you will reach your limit tonight.” Her body tenses against mine. “Are you afraid?”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  Her fear wakes the darkest, most predatory piece of me—the broken fragment inside that has the desire to conquer and devour her. The fury and hurt and shame I feel about my creation burns white-hot, fueling the fire of my demented craving.

  “But I’m also excited and eager to see how far I’m able to go for you,” she adds.

  “Me too.”

  “I want to make you happy.”

  “And you do, bebelle. Every day.” Releasing her jaw, I take a step back. “Bedroom. Now.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Take off your clothes and lie on your back in the center of the bed.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I go to the wet bar while Emma Lia prepares for me, and I pour a whiskey, my intention being to drink enough to take off the edge. But one drink doesn’t do the trick, so I pour another. And then another. I down six generously filled glasses, and with my senses and disturbing desires dulled, I feel that I am able to go to Emma Lia.

  She’s just as I commanded—naked and lying in the center of the bed. I never wondered if she’d be any other way. Mon bebelle obeys my directions flawlessly. Her obedience heightens my lust, my desperate hunger to possess her.

  I take off my jacket and toss it over the chair in the corner, going to work on my tie next. “Bend your knees and spread your legs. I want to look at your pretty little pussy.”

  I toss my tie to the chair and work on the buttons of my shirt. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit with your fingers… in a circular motion the way you like it.”

  She watches me undress, her eyes on mine, while her fingers circle her clit.

  I break eye contact with her and go to the drawer where we keep our sex toys and apparatuses. I choose the nipple clamps, rope, and spreader bar. I have something special in mind. Something very special indeed.

  I climb onto the bed and bind her wrists to the bed frame. “Not too tight?”

  “No.”

  She studies the movement of my hands as I fasten one of the black leather cuffs of the spreader bar around her ankle. “I’ve been wondering when we were going to use this.”

  “Just been waiting until the time was right.” I close the buckle of the second cuff and grip the bar in the center, pushing her legs toward her head and bending her body in half. “And the time is right.”

  I lower her legs to the bed and move up her body, dragging my lips over her soft, smooth skin until I reach her chest. I pull on one of her nipples and roll it between my thumb and index finger. I want to suck it into my mouth, but I don’t. The slick moisture of my saliva will cause the clamps to slide.

  I close the first clamp and relish the sound of her hissing in pain. “Too tight?”

  Her body stiffens. “For you, I can take it.”

  I press a kiss to the top of her breast above her nipple. “And knowing that makes me so fucking hard for you.”

  I stretch beside her on the bed after the second clamp is in place, and I simply take in the beauty of what she has allowed me to do to her. Holding her chin with my hand, I place a kiss to the side of her mouth. “You are always beautiful, but even more so when you are bound.”

  “No ropes or handcuffs or bars are needed for me to be bound to you.” Her voice is as soft as a whisper.

  “And that’s how I want to keep it.” And I have the plan for how I’m going to make it happen. The idea has been in my head for a while, but my decision wasn’t solidified until tonight.

  I push myself up, rising onto my knees. She stares up at me, her lips swollen from the harsh kiss we shared when we entered the suite. “One more thing.”

  I go to the drawer of toys and return with a blindfold, slipping it over her eyes, before turning on “The Sound of Silence,” a dark and heavy rendition of the song by Disturbed. Perfect song for my currently dark and heavy mood.

  I crawl onto the bed again and kneel between her legs. And because I can’t resist tasting her, and because I can’t resist giving her pleasure to go with the pain, I lift the bar and go down on her.

  Her body jolts when my tongue touches her, and I’m certain that she gasped. I love that sound, and it always make my dick harder, but I couldn’t hear it over the music.

  I flick my tongue over her clit and glide my fingers into her pussy. I pump them several times, coating them in her juices, before plunging them in all of the way.

  My hands are large and my fingers long. It isn’t difficult to find the string of her IUD at the mouth of her womb, especially since I’ve located it multiple times already and know exactly what it is I’m feeling for.

  This woman has been in my life for three months, and they’ve been the best three months of my life. I’ve never known a happiness like this before. Ever. I don’t want to go back to the emptiness I felt before her.

  And tonight… fuck. Hearing that shit about my mom and her brother… my dad… there’s no way that I could handle tonight without her. I don’t know what I’d be doing right now if she weren’t here for me.<
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  She makes everything in my life better, and I’ve made up my mind. I won’t let her go.

  I love her.

  I clutch the string between my index and middle fingers and pull. The fucker is slick, and it doesn’t feel like it gives at all before I lose my grip on it. But I’m persistent and make another attempt, this time holding a tighter grip. And it gives. I pull gently and slowly until I’m holding a little T-shaped birth control device in my palm.

  I drop it in the covers and reach out to release her ankles from the bar. The nipple clamps come off next and then the binding around her wrists. I lower my body to hers and push the blindfold away from her eyes. And I see the confusion there.

  I cup my hand around the side of her face. “I was wrong about what I need tonight.”

  “Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want to connect with you. Bind you to me. Not bring you pain.”

  “Yes.” Her hands come up to cradle my face. “I want that too, Tristan.”

  I look at Emma Lia and recall the times when she’s been at her most beautiful: the night I saw her in my casino for the first time; the first time she came; when she showed me how good vanilla could be; when she played the part of Mrs. Broussard. I thought she was beautiful all of those times, but I see her in a different light tonight. She’s going to be the mother of my child. And the way she looks beneath me right now… it isn’t something I know how to label. Beautiful doesn’t begin to cover it. I’m in awe.

  I love you, Emma Lia Grant. Fuck, I wish I could say those words, but my tongue isn’t capable of forming them. Not yet, but I’m going to tell her. Soon.

  “Kiss me.” She grasps the back of my neck and pulls me down so our mouths can meet. I open, and our mouths make love. Slow. Deep. Loving. It’s the perfect kiss for what’s about to happen.

  I’m overcome by what I feel for this woman and by what could happen tonight. She could possibly take a part of me into her body and join it with hers to make a baby. Half her, half me.

  I understand that it can sometimes take time. I just hope like hell that I have enough time to make it happen before she pulls that key.

  She stares at my eyes as I hover above and runs her fingertips down my cheek. “Tonight feels different.”

  “Because it is different.”

  Her legs are parted, and I nestle my body between them until my hard cock is against her warm, inviting entrance, ready to enter. She lifts her hips and my tip glides inside her, but I take over from there, pressing my hand into the mattress and wrapping it around her lower back. I lift to pull her hips upward and sink into her as deep as her body will allow.

  I’m moving inside her slowly, and my hands move to skim the underside of her arms. I push them over her head and lace my fingers through hers. Our hands are joined as one, just like our bodies.

  “I love being inside of you.”

  “I love it too.”

  I release her hands and move mine down her body, grasping her bent legs on each side of my hips and pushing them back. She moans when I slide my hand between our bodies to that place where we become one. No beginning. No end.

  I’ve come to know mon bebelle’s body as well as my own. She needs something more and I find that spot—the one that drives her crazy every time I touch it—and stroke my fingers over her clit. A moment later, her breath quickens as she grasps my back and pulls me against her tighter, grinding her hips upward. “Right there, Tristan.”

  Her legs tighten, and I know what will come next. And then it happens. Her inner walls squeeze around my cock, contracting in rhythm. Once. Twice. And then again and again until I lose count because I’m lost in my own world coming apart. Exploding inside her. Filling her womb with my seed. Hoping that one tiny part of me will join with that very special part of her.

  I push her legs back and apart, thrusting as deeply as possible one last time. I’m making this one count. But it wouldn’t be a shame if she doesn’t get pregnant tonight and we have to do this over and over again.

  I can’t believe the extreme measures I took to prevent a baby, and now I’m trying to put one inside her. A baby. The thing I once thought I’d never want has now become my greatest desire. What a difference three months and falling in love can make.

  My upper body is braced on my elbows as I hover above her. With my cock still inside her, unmoving, I push the hair away from her face. I press my forehead to hers. “You are mine.”

  “I am yours.” Emma Lia’s hands grasp the sides of my face. “And you are mine.”

  And you are mine. My head jolts upward when I hear her say those words; many times, she has told me that she was mine, but never that I was hers. And there is a difference.

  A submissive belongs to a Dom. A Dom never belongs to a submissive.

  But I belong to her.

  It is my greatest hope that you enjoyed this installment of Tristan and Emma Lia’s story. I truly appreciate the time you dedicated to reading His Deal and I thank you in advance for your review if you should choose to leave one.

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  Book 3

  Releasing March 20

  This woman is my obsession, and my world is falling apart without her in it.

  I thought I was going to shatter her into a million pieces and then build her into everything that I wanted and needed and desired in a submissive. And I did.

  But somewhere along the way, she shattered me as well… and she’s the only one who has the power to put me back together. But that’s an impossible task when she isn’t here.

  Her freedom has been earned, her debt paid in full. She’s out of my bed and out of my life. But what she doesn’t know is that she’ll never be out of my heart.

  She is my life.

  She is my love.

  She is my everything.

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  About the Author

  Rebel Rose is a decadently dark romance author living in the beautiful city of New Orleans. She prefers anti-heroes over Prince Charmings and often uses her own sexual experiences in her novels. She can typically be found somewhere in the French Quarter enjoying a cup of coffee while people watching.

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