“That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.
He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”
* * *
Donovan grinned as he pulled almost free of her body then slammed home again; Aurora just clutched the couch with a mewling cry. She’d scream for him by the time he was finished with her.
He continued withdrawing almost completely and slamming back inside to the hilt until she began to quiver around him again. Then he shifted his angle until he found a spot deep inside that made her moan a little louder as he drove deep.
He pressed hard against her and rotated his hips so the head of his cock ground against that little spot. Soon her cries were louder and her thighs were shivering as the orgasm built.
The little scream she gave when she came was better but still not what he wanted to hear. Donovan withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her and pulled her hips out from the couch as he pressed her legs together.
He almost groaned out loud when he pushed back inside; she was an impossibly snug fit this way. Aurora felt the difference too as she yelled her pleasure loudly. He began going hard and fast, taking her so deep that each time he was in to the hilt, his upper thighs slammed against her well spanked bottom with a slap.
Donovan planned to show her no mercy, she needed this… and he found he needed it almost as much as she did.
He rode her at a relentless pace, until once again she came undone; this time hard shudders racked her body as she shouted her pleasure. He grinned and spread her wide again; now it was his turn. Donovan pounded in and out of her like a jackhammer until she screamed his name one last time and her pulsing sheath locked down on him like she’d never let him go, triggering his own orgasm and milking him dry.
Her body was still squeezing him, clamped tightly around his cock as he pulled free with a groan of pleasure. Aurora lay over the arm of the couch like a rag doll; Donovan lifted her to stand in front of him.
It was obvious she had trouble standing on shaky legs, so he eased her down onto the couch. She looked up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes and he grinned, tucking a blanket around her. Right now her features were soft and open… submissive.
Donovan leaned down until they were almost nose to nose. “I don’t ever want to hear what we do between us described as fucking again.”
She blinked. “I… well… it… ummm…”
“You’re trying to use it for distance. I’m onto your tricks, little girl, so it won’t work. Next time I punish you, there will not be orgasms on the menu, understand?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, looking away pensively. Then her eyes came back to his, tears filling them again and her chin quivering. “What do you want from me?”
“Everything… everything you are, everything you will be… everything and then some,” Donovan told her resolutely, pressing a kiss to her forehead before fastening his pants and then lifting her high in his arms and sitting back down with her cuddled on his lap.
Aurora stiffened at first then sighed deeply and relaxed into him with her face buried in his neck.
He smiled and rubbed her back, luxuriating in the feel of her in his arms. She fit like she belonged.
When she fell asleep he stood and laid her back on the couch, still cuddled in the blanket, and went into the kitchen to find something to fix for dinner.
Chapter Four
Aurora woke with a start; she could hear him in her kitchen moving pots and pans around. Her body still pulsed with remembered pleasure.
Donovan was a sex machine… the man was a menace… a menace to her peace of mind… to her very existence. He’d tire of his game and then leave her aching for him and his domination. She couldn’t go through that again.
She wouldn’t survive it a second time.
“Good, you’re awake,” he spoke from the doorway and walked in the room carrying a tray, which he sat on the coffee table next to her. “I couldn’t find much so I settled on soup and grilled cheese. We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”
Aurora glared up at him. “I don’t need anything.”
Donovan raised a brow. “You need some nutritious food. All I found in your kitchen was junk, ramen, and canned soup.”
“Which I like!” Aurora exclaimed, leaning forward and grabbing a bowl of soup from the tray defiantly.
“I can see you do; all the same, a little variety wouldn’t hurt you,” he told her as he sat in the chair opposite the couch with his own bowl of soup.
“I have chicken, beef, and pork ramen as well as Ding Dongs and Twinkies; see, plenty of variety. Besides, my house, my rules,” she muttered.
“My sub, my rules,” Donovan said back firmly.
“Who says I’m your sub?” Aurora asked incredulously.
“It certainly seemed like you were my sub when you were coming over and over again on my cock,” he said boldly.
She gasped, a flush filling her features, then decided to ignore the gush of moisture between her thighs in response to his words. Moving forward, she plunked the bowl of soup down on the coffee table. “Get out of my house!”
When he stood up suddenly, she moved back so fast she lost her balance and fell back on the couch with a plop. Aurora gasped and winced when her thoroughly spanked bottom came into contact with the couch.
“Sore?” he asked in a rather blasé tone.
Aurora frowned and leaned to one side so she could rub her tender bottom. “Ass.”
“My, my, my… you really are out of sorts to tempt me to give you a third spanking in the same day,” Donovan said matter-of-factly.
She blinked up at him, knowing she must look like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.
“Don’t worry, little sub, you’ve had enough of everything for today, so you’ll keep. I’ll go home and give you the night to process,” he told her with a smile. She was shocked when he planted a firm kiss on her mouth.
She was even more shocked to find herself opening to him and sucking lightly on his tongue when it forayed into her mouth. He tasted so good… a little moan of protest escaped when he pulled back.
Donovan placed a chaste kiss on her surprised mouth then stood with a rakish grin. “Be a good girl. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I don’t think with my clit, you know!” she yelled at his back.
Donovan gave a bark of laughter then waved at her as he walked out the door. Aurora crossed her arms with a frown as the clit in question began to throb as if to say, Yes, you do.
“Bad clit! You deserve a spanking,” Aurora announced, then promptly groaned as another flood of wet heat pooled in the juncture of her thighs at the thought of Donovan spanking her naughty clit.
The throb in her clit and wetness drenching her only intensified as she did her best to ignore it and eat her soup. Finally she gave up, plunking her bowl back on the table and leaning back on the couch as her hand slipped between her legs. Slick heat greeted her fingers, her little clit standing out begging for attention. Aurora rubbed her fingers on each side of it, moaning and spreading her legs wide as pleasure filled her.
She frowned, then spread her legs apart again, enjoying the feel of the rough couch fabric against her well spanked bottom as she rocked her hips up to meet her fingers. She began to rub her clit more firmly as she sank two fingers on her other hand deep and began pumping them in and out furiously.
Aurora imagined Donovan scolding her for touching herself, then raising his hand to punish her naughty clit. She lifted her hand away and slapped it back down on her swollen clit, crying out with the spasm of pleasure that filled her.
She began spanking her clit hard as she worked her fingers in and out of her hungry sheath, her hips bucking up and down as she brought herself right to the edge of orgasm.
The phone rang, making her pause for a moment and lose the orgasm. She glared at the phone until it stopped ringing then closed her eyes and began rhythmic
ally slapping her clit again as her fingers pumped in and out. She chased the orgasm she’d lost and was just about there when the phone rang again.
“Dammit!” Aurora yelled, picking up the phone. “What?” she snarled into the line.
“You better not be touching my pussy, young lady.” Donovan’s smooth tones came over the line.
The pussy in question clenched down hard in response to his words, irritating her further. “Eat me!” she yelled before hanging up.
The phone immediately rang again.
“Oh, for the love of… What?” Aurora asked, picking up the phone again.
“Tsk, tsk, that was very rude. Eat you I shall, little girl, right after I spank that naughty little pussy and punish you for touching what’s mine,” he said sternly. His deep husky voice seemed to wrap around her through the phone; it was almost like his voice was able to lick across her clit, making it throb even harder.
“My kitty cat belongs to me. I can touch it when I want!” she said defiantly.
He chuckled and a fresh spurt of moisture leaked from her core in response. “I do believe you have a few things to learn. I will relish teaching you who that little kitty belongs to and you will learn that you only pet her with permission. I’m going to spank you so hard, Aurora—you and your kitty—then I’ll devour her and all her cream.”
A strangled little moan escaped her at that. “I… ooh… you…”
“Yes, me, my contrary little kitten. I know it’s going to be hard for you at first, adjusting to a master after so long on your own but adjust you will and do you know why?” he asked conversationally.
“No…” she said softly, desperately wanting the answer to that question because her body’s response to him confused the hell out of her.
“Because you’re already mine, your body already knows its master. You just need to stop fighting me,” Donovan said. “I’m going to hang up now. Pull your fingers out of that tight little pussy, finish your soup, and go to bed. No coming, I’ve fed that kitty plenty today and she’s just being greedy. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Aurora found herself replying before she could stop herself and pulling her fingers free of her wet greedy core.
“Good girl,” he told her before she heard the click indicating he’d hung up.
She blinked before she sat back down on the couch, feeling rather dazed as she realized she was going to do exactly as she was told.
Aurora shook her head as she looked around the room helplessly. “I am so screwed.”
With a sigh she picked up her soup and finished it before carrying her bowl to the kitchen and setting it in the sink. She looked around shocked to find her kitchen completely clean.
Donovan had cleaned her kitchen.
Tears filled her eyes; the man confused the hell out of her. He spanked her… he gave her the most mind-blowing orgasms of her life… dictated to her like it was his right, and then cleaned her kitchen. How could a woman hope to fight such a man?
“Why would I want to?” she asked the room at large.
* * *
Donovan settled into his bed, thoughts filled with the woman next door. Such a mass of contradictions was his Aurora. She fought and railed against him while her body clung to his and yielded so sweetly.
He could see her struggling with the need to submit and her fear of that need.
She was so afraid… afraid to love… afraid to laugh… afraid to feel, but he knew somewhere in there was a fierce submissive aching to be set free. He was going to free that woman so she could stand beside him proudly, giving him her submission because she chose to do so.
He saw that woman in her writing; at least he had prior to the last few months when her self-isolation had obviously begun to overwhelm her. How could such a warm and vibrant woman think she could go without human touch?
When she wasn’t fighting him, she drank in every ounce of affection and care he gave her like a flower starved for the sun. Every time he touched her she came a little more quickly with less resistance, hungry for his touch.
Hungry for his discipline… if ever a woman needed discipline it was Aurora. He could already tell she would thrive in the structured, nurturing environment he would provide for her.
She would flourish under his guidance.
He would be her safe haven just as she would be his.
Chapter Five
“Son of a bitch!” Aurora exclaimed as she looked out the window and saw the familiar truck parked at the house next door.
Donovan had moved in next door! As she watched, a long black car pulled up next to the truck, the door opened, and a silk stocking-covered leg emerged.
She scowled at the body that followed the leg that was far too long to belong to a mortal woman. It attached to a slim curvy figure in a tight little black dress, blond tresses up in a French twist that left only a few artfully arranged curls to fall against the side of her neck.
What the hell did he want with her when he had that?
The answer was glaringly obvious; he didn’t really. Aurora’s chubby form was something to be braved to get what he wanted. So her last few books hadn’t made the NYT bestseller list; it was a slump she would recover from without his attention.
At least she hoped so, although perhaps the thorough fucking he’d given her would serve its purpose. At the moment she couldn’t write a bland sex scene if she tried. Her mind was full of sex, dirty and dominant but that didn’t mean he was going to get away with playing her.
Aurora smiled, closing the blinds and stalking to the kitchen where she pulled two boxes of garlic potato flakes from the cabinet. This would work perfectly. She tucked the boxes of potatoes under her arm and grabbed the water hose as soon as she walked out the door, turning it on and stretching it from her yard to the side door of his truck.
Glancing nervously at his house, she was relieved to find the truck door open and she made short work of upending both boxes of potato flakes into the driver’s seat. She quickly added enough water to hydrate the potatoes then gently closed the door with a grin.
Aurora sang to herself as she turned off the water and rewound her water hose. It was unseasonably warm for October and she knew the morning and midday sun would quickly do their work.
Those potatoes were going to stink to high heaven!
Mr. Oh-so-handsome-editor was going to get what he deserved for playing with her emotions! He’d think twice before he treated another woman so shabbily again.
Asshole!
She really needed to see if she could borrow that parrot. A guard parrot to keep the man out of her house.
Shaking her head, she locked the front door and headed to the shower, laughter still on her lips.
* * *
“Aurora!!” The roar of her name and the pounding on the front door sounded simultaneously.
She grinned to herself and kept typing away on her computer. Donovan sounded pissed. Best he learn now, she might be a submissive and her instinct might be to submit to him but she wasn’t a doormat.
“Aurora Kane, open this door right now!” he demanded again.
Aurora laughed and began to sing, ‘Just Like Jesse James’ at the top of her lungs.
“I’m about to show you flames, young lady,” a dark voice said from right behind her.
She gave a little scream and spun around in her chair with her mouth gaping open as she stared at Donovan. “How… how did you get in here?” Aurora exclaimed, jumping up and skirting the desk to get it between them.
“A locked door will never keep me away from you, Aurora; it will only serve to make me angry. You and I have some things to discuss, come here.” Donovan held a hand out to her, his finger crooked in a come hither motion.
Aurora snorted. “As if. My mama never raised any idiots!”
“You’d best do as I say and come to me, little girl; if I have to come get you it will be worse for you,” he told her firmly.
“Yeah, well, I’ll take my chances,” she told
him as she eyed the hallway to her bedroom gauging how easily she could get down the hall and get the door locked between them without getting caught.
“You won’t even make it to the hall,” Donovan said conversationally, as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other.
His pose said calm and casual but his eyes were anything but; fire still leapt in their depths, letting her know Donovan was one big hunk of angry man. It shouldn’t make her wet but it did, though she planned to ignore it.
Taking a deep breath, Aurora vaulted over the desk in a sudden move and ran toward the hallway. “Nooo!” she cried when she suddenly found herself suspended in midair, her legs still trying to run but getting nowhere.
“Yes!” Donovan said, satisfaction filling his voice as he carried her toward the kitchen and used a foot to drag out a straight-backed chair. He sat before tossing her face down over his lap.
“Don’t you dare, you asshole!” Aurora screamed, thrashing over his knee in an effort to get away.
Donovan held her fast as he jerked the shorts and lacy thong she’d put on after her shower to her knees, then clamped one leg over her writhing thighs to hold her in place for his discipline.
“Hide and watch, little girl. I am going to spank your sweet ass until you tell me exactly why you vandalized my car and then you are going to clean up every bit of your mess and then we’ll come back in here to finish your punishment.”
“Fuck you!” she yelled over her shoulder at him, then cried out when his hand fell in a blistering smack on her left butt cheek. “Ooowww!”
“By the time I finish, you will think the spankings I gave you yesterday were love pats,” he said, bringing his hand down again and again just as hard in the same spot. “I intend to make sure you think long and hard before you ever do something like that again.”
His hand was being applied with such searing heat it almost stole her breath. He must be trying to brand the shape of his palm into my ass, she thought frantically as it fell over and over before moving to the other side with just as much force.
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