Then suddenly Stefan came through the door, and froze.
Renee watched him. He had not moved to meet her. There was a hint of a frown on his face. The house was in darkness but for the flickering glow of the candles, and in that light Stefan’s handsome face looked almost brutal.
Renee could not move. Stefan’s stillness reminded her of a great hunting lion, and she was startled by the realization that what she was feeling now was not nervousness – it was fear: a tiny fierce pulse of fear and exhilaration that she had not felt in such a long time. The feeling startled and surprised her, and she marveled for one moment at how this man could still make her feel so alive and sexual with just a dark look, and the way he held himself, the dangerous energy of him.
Renee knew then that what she risked was worth the chance, and so she rushed to him, holding up her face to him, her eyes shining as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
She could smell the wonderful man-smell of him and she inhaled deeply. In her heels, she was tall enough so that her face was buried against his neck, and the abrade of his stubbled jaw was like a sexy electric shock to her senses. She pressed herself to him, molding the curves of her body against the hard muscled lines of him.
Stefan held her in his arms for long moments and then she lifted her face up to his once more and they kissed.
It began as a welcoming kiss, sensual and melting and lingering – but Renee’s own hungry arousal had been building for many hours. Her tongue slipped between Stefan’s lips and flicked inside his mouth. He responded, pressing his mouth fiercely against hers, and she felt the sudden slide of his hands down the shimmering soft fabric of her dress until he was pulling her body against his own reflexive rising heat.
Renee gave a little gasp of delight and then moaned softly into Stefan’s mouth. Her body responded instantly. She kissed him back as passion rippled through her, coiling tight and hot, low down within her abdomen. It was as if he knew exactly what was on her mind.
Stefan broke the kiss at last, and Renee felt the soft swelling of her lips. They were still tingling. Stefan looked at her. She could see a muted glow of desire in his eyes, and there was still the reactive hardness of him pressed hot against her body. Renee felt as if all the air had been drawn from the room. Her breathing became labored and shaky, her heart began to race.
“That was a nice welcome home,” Stefan said softly.
Renee smiled and licked her lips. “You have been away for two days. I thought you would appreciate it.” Her voice still quavered.
Stefan raised his eyebrows and looked over her shoulder. “Candlelit dinner?”
Renee nodded.
He looked back to her face and his eyes were dark and unfathomable. His gaze drifted down until coming to settle on the rising soft mounds of her breasts, restrained within the plunging neckline of the dress.
“You have made a lot of effort.”
Renee slanted her eyes in a languid sexy expression. “You’re worth it,” she said softly. “Welcome home.”
Dinner was honey mustard chicken that had been in the slow cooker since noon, and afterwards while she cleaned away the plates Stefan filled Renee in on the details of his business trip north along the coast.
As he spoke, Renee watched him carefully. He was tired – she could see the fatigue that showed itself as brackets around his mouth, and the soft smudge of dull bruising beneath his eyes. But there was passion and excitement in his voice as he outlined the investment potential of the venture, and for that alone Renee was pleased.
Finally she took his hand and led him from the table. She blew out the candles and they folded down together onto the living room sofa, their bodies pressed close and the heat from Renee radiating like fire.
Three.
Renee threw her arms around Stefan’s neck and pulled his face down to her mouth. She made a sexy, aroused purring noise in the back of her throat – a contented, delighted moan as their lips brushed. Then the sounds became all together more urgent as Renee’s tongue searched and flickered inside Stefan’s mouth. Her breathing began as short gasping sounds of her desire, and she felt her nipples harden against the lacy restraint of her bra. She brushed her body across Stefan’s hard muscled chest, and the sparks of electric excitement were a wicked tease.
“I’ve missed you,” Renee muttered, her mouth alive and her tongue probing deeper as they continued to kiss. She could feel sparks of excitement setting tiny fires on her skin at every point her body pressed against his. Deftly, she raised the hem of her dress up to her thighs, spread her legs wide, and then straddled Stefan, so that she was facing him, sitting astride his lap.
Renee felt herself shudder. Suddenly it was as if all the tiny fires caught alight and became a blaze between her legs. She could feel the sudden rush of her wet arousal within her panties, and the heat there was damp and fragrant with the heady scent of her own arousal. She bucked her hips deliberately, grinding the soft mound of herself against the denim of Stefan’s jeans, and then pressed down hard upon him, her undulations almost beyond her will to control.
“God!” Renee gasped, “I have missed this, Stefan.”
She felt Stefan’s hands encircle her, his fingers kneading the firm shape of her bottom, but she longed to feel the slide of his fingers below the fabric of the dress. She moved again above him, rubbing herself in small circular motions against the thickness of his thigh. “Please!”
Stefan slid his hands up the back of Renee’s dress and felt for the zipper, drawing it down slowly, so that she could feel cool air against the skin of her back as the zip slid lower. Finally, when the zipper could go no more, Stefan’s hands went searching between Renee’s spread thighs.
“Yes!” she hissed almost savagely with pleasure. She felt the tips of his fingers high up on the inside of her thigh and she raised herself up off his leg to give him better access. She closed her eyes and slumped forward against him, pressing her breasts hard against his chest and resting her head in the crook of his neck. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as Stefan’s fingers lazily crept closer and closer to the damp heat. Her whole body seemed to be trembling. The anticipation of his touch was an exquisite torture and she bit down hard on her lip to stifle an impatient gasp.
Stefan’s thumb brushed across the sheer silky lace of her panties, and then a moment later Renee felt the palm of his hand cupping the smooth softness of her mound. She groaned again, this time as a long exhalation of warm breath against his cheek.
“Yes,” she said once more, but this time as a whisper. “Please.”
She pressed herself down, grinding the wet folds of her sex against his palm, frustrated by the barrier of silk between them, but knowing the anticipation of that first touch would be worth the tantalizing wait. But there were limits to her patience tonight, and so Renee slid her free hand down between Stefan’s legs and felt for the hardness of him.
He was firm in her hand, the shape of his manhood made vague by the tightness of his jeans. She rubbed her hand up and down the bulge several times until she felt him come alive and pulse. She licked her lips and opened her eyes.
Stefan still had not slid his fingers within the edge of her panties. She leaned back from him until they were face to face, and searched his eyes. She could see the smolder of his own arousal and she knew the flames of her passion would be reflected even more clearly in her own gaze. She kissed him again forcefully, and then slid herself slowly down the sofa until she was finally kneeling on the carpet between Stefan’s legs.
She looked up at him again, and swallowed when she discovered that he was watching her, his eyes glittering behind hooded lids, dark and intense, his mouth just a thin pale line, smeared with the traces of her lipstick. She ran her small hands along both his thighs, rubbing closer and closer to his crotch each time until she could resist no longer. She reached for Stefan’s belt and unfastened the button of his jeans with practiced, frantic fingers.
Stefan lay back on the sofa as
Renee freed him from his pants. He was firm and hot in her hands. She smiled a sexy, seductive smile, and then leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and trailed along the length of him. Stefan closed his eyes and felt himself holding his breath. He reached for her, winding his hands into Renee’s long blonde hair and then suddenly his breathing became more ragged – lost its measured control. He groaned.
Renee finally took him deep within her mouth, her tongue swirling and teasing, and she delighted in the way he pulsed and swelled.
When she opened her eyes again they glittered, watering with the efforts she had gone to with her mouth to please him. Stefan was staring down at her. Then his eyes deliberately dropped to her breasts.
With her dress unzipped and bunched around her waist, Renee’s breasts hung firm and weighty within the cups of her bra. She instinctively squared her shoulders, pushing her breasts even further forward until they swelled and bulged with every ragged breath she took.
Stefan’s shaft was glistening wet and hard in her hands. She leaned over him, rubbing the heat of him against the soft skin of her bulging breasts, and then one of her hands slid under the sofa cushion.
The television remote control was in her fingers. She thumbed a button, and over her shoulder the large screen came to life with vivid images of BDSM scenes.
Stefan blinked. On the screen, an attractive dark haired woman was laying on her back on a wide wooden bench. Her hands were bound over her head, and her legs were spread wide, fastened into restraints. Between the woman’s open legs stood a man who was naked to the waist, his muscled torso glistening in the lights. He was darkly handsome, and he was holding a vibrator against the young woman’s sex, teasing her so that her breathing sounded even above the hum of the toy as a series of gasping breathless pants.
The woman’s nipples were clamped, and Stefan could see the way the firm flesh of her breasts swelled and moved each time the Master applied the vibrator. Then the camera came in close, showing how wet and aroused the woman was.
Stefan shook his head and frowned. “What is this?”
“It’s a new beginning,” Renee smiled up at his face softly. She turned and glanced at the scene for long moments, her hands still gently fondling Stefan’s hardness. When she turned back to him her eyes were wide and excited. “It’s a BDSM film,” she explained, her voice sounding thick. “I thought we needed to remind ourselves of some of the things we used to do together. Of the way you used to treat me when I was your submissive.” She paused for another long moment, knowing the time had come, and knowing it could not be avoided. It was now – or it might be never.
“My collar is under the cushion beside you,” she urged, and her expression became an unspoken plea. “Would you like to collar me again? Please – for our sake?”
Stefan sat up abruptly, and in an instant the smolder had gone from his eyes. The shutters came down hard on his expression, turning his face to stone, his eyes to black.
“We are passed that, Renee,” Stefan said. There was ice in his voice, drained of emotion. “You are not my submissive – and I am not your Master. That life has passed for us. Surely after all we have been through you must understand that.”
Renee stood slowly. Now suddenly she felt exposed and vulnerable. She felt foolish, like a little girl who had been caught doing something wrong by the headmaster. She wanted to cringe – she wanted to zip up her dress and cover herself from the humiliation of his rejection.
But she didn’t. She shook her head, and took a deep breath before launching into the impassioned plea she had been planning for so long.
“I understand that our relationship has changed,” she said. Her voice was measured and restrained, but already she felt an edge of frustration and anger flushing hotly on her cheeks. “It changed the moment baby Storm died. It changed the moment you came back to me with the crib and we began to rebuild our lives again. I get it, Stefan!” Renee bit back on the words, hearing the tone of her voice rising, and wanting desperately to stay calm and in control. Stefan could not be argued with. Her only hope was to stay calm and reasoned. She spun away from him for a moment, hugging her arms tight around herself, as though physically trying to restrain the outburst of her anger. On the wide screen of the television, the Master had the dark haired model bent over the edge of the wooden bench now, her legs spread apart and her hands cuffed behind her back. There was a gag in her mouth and he was standing behind her, driving himself into her with long powerful thrusts. The woman was sobbing great gasps of arousal and desire with every new stroke. Renee turned back to Stefan, and tried to keep her tone placatory.
“But all that happened six months ago, Stefan. And we never once asked ourselves how we should rebuild our relationship. We never asked whether we should go back to the lust and sex of BDSM that drew us together in the first place. We merely picked up from where we had left off before we lost baby Storm. And maybe that was already a relationship under strain. Maybe we have moved too far away from who you were as a man – and who I want to be as a woman.” Despite all her efforts, Renee could feel the first sting of tears at the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away, but she could do nothing to control the tremble in her voice – or the tone of desperate fear and anguish.
Stefan sighed and stood. His eyes were blank and black. His expression scared Renee. He seemed so remote.
“Forget it. It’s not the way.”
“Forget it?” Renee glared at him. “Just like that?”
Stefan could tell by the rigidness of her body that Renee was hurt and angry at his dismissal. But his mouth remained a firm, bitter bloodless line. “Yes. Just like that.”
“Stefan our lives have stopped! We’re not building our relationship. We’re not growing stronger or closer as a couple. Everything between us is slowly crumbling. We don’t talk like we used to. We don’t share the things we once did. And we don’t make love like we used to. Hell, we don’t even have great sex any more. It’s like every time you touch me you are afraid I will break – or that you will hurt me! Dammit! When we first met you thought nothing of taking a riding crop to me. Now I can’t even get you to fuck me!”
The last words came out wobbly. Renee tried to swallow back the anger and humiliation but she couldn’t. Thick slow tears rolled down her cheeks. She broke off, shocked by her own outburst, and suddenly apprehensive. She had spent so long maintaining their brittle, fragile existence that her anger and pain surprised even her. Instinctively she shrank back from Stefan, seeing the glowering rage that seemed to sweep across his face like an approaching storm.
“We can’t go backwards,” Stefan said stiffly but there was a sharp edge of warning in his voice that Renee did not miss.
“I don’t want to go backwards!” she pleaded. “I want us to go the full circle. I want us to rediscover who we were as a man and as a woman. I want my Master back. I want to be your submissive. Damn it, Stefan. I need to be your submissive, and I need you to be my Master again before we can build on our relationship as man and woman… or as husband and wife. Without a foundation built on what first drew us together, we have nothing,” she paused one last time to choke down a shuddering breath before she finally whispered, “Because I want another baby….”
Everything stopped. Time seemed to stop. Stefan’s face, bordering on an angry outburst, suddenly lost all its heat and all of its anger. The outrage in his eyes seemed to melt away like mist. He stared at Renee for long silent seconds, and she was too scared to speak or move.
Finally Stefan shook his head in slow, confusion. “A baby? Are you sure?”
Renee nodded. She cuffed the tears from her cheeks with the palm of her hand and stood, small and frail before him. “Yes, I want another baby, Stefan. But I want a baby borne from our lust and passion and love for each other.”
Four.
He went to her then – two long steps, bringing him so close to Renee that the shrunken space between them seemed to vibrate with crackling tension – a tension that made her
breasts ache and hardened her nipples. There was a wildness in the air and within Renee’s body her own frustrated anger had ignited a reckless force inside her that was overwhelming – and desperate to be quenched.
Then she was in his arms and he was kissing her tenderly, passionately.
Stefan’s hands went down to Renee’s waist, pulling her close against him and Renee went willingly. She pressed herself hard against him, her fingers frantic as they sought out the buttons of his shirt.
Her kisses became fierce and overwhelming, driven by the desperate ache of her need. She felt giddy, her senses heightened to every touch of Stefan’s hands as she pressed the hollow between her thighs against him. His shirt fell open quickly, and then her hands were down once more within the open front of his jeans. She felt the length of him leap within the soft warm clutch of her fingers, and she moaned breathlessly into his mouth.
Oh God, how her body burned. She felt the tight cramping pain low in her stomach that was the strength of her wanting. Her breasts felt swollen and sensitive so that even the contact of her lace bra was almost too painful and abrasive to tolerate.
“Take me, Stefan. Right here. Take me now, like you did when we first met.”
Without realizing it, yet the movement borne out of instinct, Renee lowered herself to her knees before Stefan. Her hands dropped reluctantly from her hold around the hardness of his shaft, and she clasped them behind her back.
“I want to submit to you again,” she looked up into his face, her huge blue eyes glittering with the intensity of her passion and desire. “I want you to want me.”
She was in Position One, and the sight of her in that submissive pose brought a sudden flood of emotions to Stefan. He felt the turmoil – the conflict between a primitive desire and the protective instinct that defined him as a man… and he wavered.
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