by Sherri Hayes
I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his scent. “Thank you.”
“Is everything off in the kitchen?”
“Yes. I already put everything away, too.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the top of my hair and guided one of my hands between us to the bulge in his pants. “I do believe I mentioned a slight problem I had earlier needing some attention.”
I swallowed, excited. All thoughts of the book left my mind as I concentrated on the feel of him beneath my hand.
Without a word, Stephan removed my hand and started toward his bedroom. I followed, eager to find out what was going to happen.
He didn’t stop until we reached the bathroom, where he immediately began removing our clothes. There was no finesse to it—as he removed an article of clothing, he tossed it haphazardly to the side.
When we were both naked, he led me into the large shower. He turned on the spray and proceeded to wash me as he normally would. There were no words, no conversation—only action. If it were anyone but Stephan, I would have been scared to death by his silence.
Finished, he handed me the body wash and the sponge . . . again with no instruction. I took it and went about my usual task of washing him. His penis stood fully erect the entire time, and it bobbed excitedly as I lowered myself to the floor to wash his legs and feet.
On my way back up, he placed a firm hand on my head. I looked up, thinking I must have done something wrong, but he shook his head. The heat in his eyes caused the muscles between my legs to clench.
With one hand he held the base of his penis, while with the other he placed pressure on the back of my head, telling me without words what he desired. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. He groaned and applied more pressure.
This was the first time Stephan had allowed me to do this for him since I’d moved back in, and I didn’t take the privilege lightly. I called upon all the skills I’d learned at the hands of those evil men to bring Stephan pleasure, sucking and licking his shaft.
Soon both his hands were tangled in my hair, and I knew he was close. His chest moved rapidly with each exaggerated breath, and he began pumping his hips in rhythm with my movements.
He twisted the strands of my hair in his fists and tugged. Pain shot down my skull, but all it did was add to my joy. Stephan was on the edge. He was experiencing amazing pleasure, and I was giving it to him.
“Swallow every last drop.”
It was the only warning I received before he thrust deep into my mouth, his penis hitting the back of my throat. He tightened his hold on my hair even more as he reared back. His back arched, and I tasted his cum as it slid down my throat.
Following his instructions, I continued to lick and suck until he stilled.
He staggered back, slowly easing his hold on my hair.
I looked up, smiling. The pride I felt radiated off me.
Stephan smiled back down at me. He caressed my lower lip lovingly with his thumb, and I realized then that never in my life had I felt as happy as I did at that moment.
Chapter 31
Stephan
The alarm woke me way too early for my liking on Monday morning. The blowjob Brianna had given me the previous night sent me into some sort of a sleeping coma. I didn’t think I moved once during the night.
While Brianna was making breakfast, I took the Shibari book Logan and Lily had brought last night up to the study and locked it in one of the drawers. I didn’t want Brianna to find it before we’d had a chance to go through it together. Even though she’d expressed an interest in having me tie her up, I didn’t know how she’d react to seeing the pictures displaying people in various states of bondage. From what she’d told me, Ian wasn’t a fan of rope, but that didn’t mean she’d never been bound. I knew for a fact that she’d been suspended with ropes while Daren caned her, and that had been a terrifying experience for her.
After a quiet breakfast, I kissed Brianna good-bye and drove to the office. Work was beginning to calm down. Erik was still combing through a few files, but for the most part everything surrounding the theft was wrapped up—including the three culprits. Greta, Megan, and Frankie had all been relegated to working off their transgressions and repaying every dime they stole. In the end, what Greta had stolen was a drop in the bucket to what her grandson and Megan had taken. Unfortunately, she’d most likely be working her portion off for much longer than they would since most of what they’d taken had been sitting in a bank account, unused. It was only a matter of having them close the account and give back the money.
Greta, however, had used hers to help pay her mother’s doctor bills. I felt bad about that, so I’d been trying to find a way to help her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do it directly given the hows and whys. It wouldn’t look right for me to bail her out after what she’d done, which was why I’d turned to my aunt. She had no direct connection to the foundation anymore since Richard held her spot on the board.
“So you believe her story, Stephan? The money was truly spent to pay her mom’s bills?”
I nodded even though Diane couldn’t see me as I leaned back in my office chair and looked out the bank of windows. “I do. Michael’s looked into her bank accounts and the transactions she made right after the money was transferred. It’s all accounted for.”
“All right. Let me see what I can do. I’d like to meet this woman. Maybe you could arrange for her to come to the house for lunch after the holiday.”
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t known Thanksgiving was fast approaching. I did. But with everything else that was going on, I’d intentionally pushed it to the back of my mind. Now it was only days away. “That shouldn’t be a problem. At this point, I think Greta would agree to just about anything.”
“Remorse will only work in her favor. I’ll check my schedule and get back with you on what days will work for me. Now, speaking of Thanksgiving, what time should I expect you Thursday?”
“I need to speak to Brianna first, and then I’ll let you know, okay?”
“Brianna? Are you two back together, then?” The excitement in her voice was unmistakable.
I chuckled. “Yes. She moved back in with me a little over a week ago.”
My aunt squealed like a little girl on the other end of the phone, and I had to hold the receiver away from my ear.
“I take it you approve.” I couldn’t suppress my smile.
“Of course I approve. You have to bring her with you, Stephan. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I’ll talk to her about it tonight. I promise. Things have been a bit crazy lately with her moving back in and what’s been going on at the foundation.”
“Oh, I’m so happy for you. I’ll get your room cleaned up for you, and the two of you can spend Thursday night here at the house. I need some extra time since I haven’t seen the two of you in so long.” She paused long enough to take a deep breath. It was as if I hadn’t said a word. “I wonder if Brianna would want to go shopping with me on Friday. What do you think? Would it be too much for her?”
“Probably, but I’ll leave that up to Brianna.”
Diane seemed to deflate at the news. “I’m glad she’s back in your life, Stephan. Even over the phone I can hear the difference.”
The rest of the day dragged on as I met with several of the board members individually. Since everything had gone down with Greta, Megan, and Frankie, the majority of the board were taking more of an active interest in the foundation’s inner workings. I could understand, but it only added to my list of things to do.
At five thirty, I pulled into the parking garage attached to my building. I’d called Brianna from the office letting her know I’d be a few minutes late. There were a couple of stops I needed to make before heading home. She, of course, was completely supportive and assured me dinner would keep.
When I walked through the door, Brianna ran over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. Feeding off her enthusiasm, I dropped my briefcase and picked her up, wrapping her legs
around my waist before backing her up against the nearest wall. Holding her hips firmly against my growing erection, I kissed her hard.
Releasing her lips, I rested my forehead against hers as I used the leverage the wall provided and ran my right hand up the inside of her bare thigh. I loved it when she wore skirts.
As I neared her pussy, her arms tightened around my neck. “I missed you today.”
Her whispered words only caused my need for her to grow. Who needed dinner anyway?
I made contact with her moist heat. She was already ready for me, and I’d been home less than five minutes.
“And what have you been thinking about today, Brianna?” As I asked the question, I slipped first one finger, then two inside her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. “You.”
“Hmm. What about me?”
“Last . . . last night.”
She was killing me. “What about last night?”
Brianna gasped as I grazed her clit with my thumb and lowered my head to begin nibbling on the skin at the base of her neck.
“Tell me.”
“When I was . . .” I could tell she was having difficulty concentrating. Whatever she’d been thinking about today, it hadn’t been random thoughts. Brianna was very aroused. “When I was sucking you.”
I hummed against her neck and then bit down.
Brianna squeaked, which only drove me to want more. I needed to be inside her.
She whined as I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of her pussy. I didn’t want to, but I needed my hand. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet. Finding the single condom I’d placed in there after our meeting at the hotel, where I’d been without, I plucked it out with two fingers before letting my wallet fall to the floor with a thud.
“Unfasten my pants, Brianna.”
She scrambled to comply, seeming to be as desperate to feel me inside her as I was.
Once she had my zipper down, I adjusted my hold on her slightly so that my pants could be moved out of the way. She helped with that, too, which caused me to smile. “Eager, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I missed you today.”
I smiled before pulling her face toward me and giving her a passionate kiss. “So you said.”
Not able to wait any longer, I tore the wrapper away from the condom and rolled it down my aching cock. Lining it up with her pussy, I pressed forward, feeling the heat of her surround me. Heaven.
I held her gaze as I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass, thrusting into her in one swift movement.
Her mouth fell open, and I took the invitation to plunge my tongue inside. She moaned into my mouth as I continued to take what I wanted from her. There was nothing outside of her . . . us. Nothing that could compare to the feeling of my cock inside her as I marked her as mine over and over again.
I ground us together roughly as I felt my climax building. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
When she didn’t move immediately, I took her hand and placed it where I wanted it before picking up where I’d left off and pounding into her.
Little by little, she gained confidence in touching herself as the sensations began to take over. “That’s it. Make yourself feel good.”
The muscles of her pussy began contracting, almost begging me to come. I kissed her, pouring everything I had into it. I never wanted her to have any doubt how I felt about her—how much I wanted her.
Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I bit down, feeling the flesh of her lip give as I toyed with it.
Brianna was completely lost in sensation. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was shallow and rapid. The walls of her pussy were gripping me with ever-increasing force, and I wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. “Let go, Brianna. Come for me.”
I bit down again on her lip—harder this time—the salty taste of her blood hitting the tip of my tongue.
At the same time, Brianna’s pussy clamped down on my cock, and she shuddered as she released a near silent scream.
Watching her was my undoing. My balls tightened, and a surge of energy shot up through my cock as I came. The only thing that could have made the experience any better was if I’d been able to feel her completely. It was a good thing she had an appointment to go get her blood work done on Wednesday, or I might have gone insane.
Brianna
I couldn’t breathe.
Okay, I could, but it felt as if all the air had been knocked out of my chest when I climaxed. How did he do that? How did he make me feel as if I were floating and being knocked flat on my back at the same time? Sex before him had never felt good. Sex with him felt as if I were on a high I never wanted to come down from.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t sure if I could form words at the moment.
This, of course, made him chuckle.
His thumb rubbed lightly against my lip, and I flinched. “I didn’t mean to break the skin. I guess I got a little carried away.”
I reached up, touching the spot. My lip was slightly swollen, but other than that, I couldn’t feel anything different. When I removed my hand, though, there was a small drop of blood.
Stephan separated us and helped me to regain my footing. “Come on. It looks like we both need to clean up, and I’ll get you some ice to put on your mouth.”
As we ate dinner, Stephan continued to watch me closely. He looked worried.
“Did I do something wrong, Sir?”
He looked surprised. “No. Why would you think you did anything wrong?”
I shrugged, taking another bite of my food. “You seem worried about something. I thought maybe I’d done something that displeased you.”
Reaching across the table, he took my hand in his. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m wondering, however, if I did. I know I’ve bitten you before, but this is the first time I’ve broken the skin. How do you feel about that?”
“It hurts a little, but I’m okay.”
He sighed. “I didn’t ask if it hurt, Brianna. I want to know how you feel about my hurting you.”
I stopped eating and looked at him. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“I injured you. I need to know how you feel about it.”
What he was saying made no sense to me. Yes, he’d bitten me, but at the time it felt amazing. Even now it wasn’t that bad. The worst was when he had cleaned it earlier. “You didn’t mean to.”
“That’s irrelevant, Brianna. I did injure you. I drew blood.”
I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. This didn’t even compare to what had been done to me, but the fact that he was worried about something so minor made me love him even more. “I love you.”
Stephan looked taken aback for a moment. “I love you, too, but that doesn’t have anything to do with what just happened. I got carried away. I shouldn’t have—”
There was only one thing I could think to do to make him stop beating himself up over this. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Slipping out of my chair, I lowered myself to the floor until I was kneeling in front of him. I bowed my head and placed my hands behind my back, taking the position I’d held many times before I’d met him.
“Brianna, what are you doing?”
I remained silent.
“Answer me.”
“I’m showing you, Sir, in the only way I know how. I’m yours and only yours. I trust you with all of myself—my heart, my body, and my soul. It was an accident. You didn’t mean to cause me harm.”
The minutes ticked by as I waited for his response.
No words were spoken as he placed his hand on top of my head. I could feel the heat seeping through my hair as a feeling of calm welled up inside.
Still, I waited. I would wait in this position all night if that was what he desired. I would do anything for him, and I needed him to understand tha
t.
With his other hand, he reached behind me and took hold of my left wrist. I remained still, allowing him to manipulate me however he wanted. He placed my left hand over his beating heart. “Look at me, Brianna.”
I raised my gaze slowly to meet his.
His eyes were intense, but unlike before, when he held me against the door, it wasn’t passion I saw—it was determination. “I, too, am yours, Brianna Reeves. Yours and only yours. You own me completely, heart, body, and soul. And I promise you that I will do all that I can to be worthy of your gift to me, because it is a gift, and I will treasure it and you for as long as you will allow me.”
Tears slid freely down my cheeks at his declaration. How did I get so lucky to have him find me, rescue me? He brought happiness back into my life and taught me that I could be loved . . . that I deserved it. There was nothing I could do to repay him for that, and my submission to him was such a small offering. That he saw it as more only increased my desire to serve him—to be the best submissive I could for him.
Time melted away as we sat there. It was as if we were trapped in a bubble and neither one of us wanted it to burst.
Of course, eventually it did. The phone rang, dragging us back to reality. He cupped my face and placed a reverent kiss on my lips, before going to answer the phone.
I waited.
“Hello?”
He paused.
“We were having dinner. No, I haven’t talked to her about it yet. I will. Yes, I know. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know for sure. I love you, too.”
I heard him hang up the phone and walk back to where I was kneeling on the floor.
Stephan helped me to stand. “That was my aunt. She asked me earlier today if we were going to their house for Thanksgiving. I told her I’d talk it over with you and get back to her, but apparently she’s getting impatient.”
I nodded. “I figured we’d be going to their house. It’s what normal families do, isn’t it?”
