I looked down at my shoes, searching for the right words. The dim light of the dungeon made the antique ring seem to glow on my hand, the diamond flashing as I fidgeted. I glanced back up, suddenly shy.
“Well, we do make a great team.”
His lips twitched into a lopsided grin. “And your name is already on the building. Mrs. Drake.”
The words sounded so sweet, so right, that I wondered how I’d ever been called anything else.
“Then that’s settled,” I said, biting my lip. “If you want me, Mr. Drake, I’m yours.”
Mr. Drake’s eyes caught mine, the hunger in them taking my breath away. He looked me over, his gaze sliding down over the slinky white silk of my wedding gown, and for a moment, he looked like a panther ready to pounce.
“God, yes,” he growled. “I’ve never wanted you more.”
He reached forward, his strong fingers shooting toward my straps, ready to tear my gown off my shoulders.
“Wait!” I yelled. “Not this dress!”
He stopped short and grinned, then moved behind me and started slowly unbuttoning the long line of pearl buttons down my back. His slow, methodical movements were driving me crazy. I longed to be in his arms, and wondered if he was going extra slowly just to torture me. I tapped my foot impatiently, and heard his low laugh against my ear. When the last button was undone, he pushed the straps gently over my shoulders and let the gown slither to the floor. I stepped out of it and heard him draw a shuddering breath.
I smiled over my shoulder at him, delighting in the appreciation in his eyes. I wore nothing but a white lace garter belt beneath my dress, delicate bows clasping the tops of my sheer, ivory stockings, caressing my legs all the way down to my high heels. I turned around, then knelt on the ground before him, spreading my thighs and placing my hands behind my back until my breasts jutted forward. My nipples drew into peaks under his gaze, ready and eager for his touch.
“Good girl, Isa,” he said, looking down at me. “I have one last surprise for you before I make you mine, once and for all.”
I waited, my heart racing as he retrieved a black, lacquered box from one of the dungeon’s shelves. He knelt before me and opened it up.
“Put it on, little slave. It’s yours.”
My hands trembled as I picked up the leather collar. Unlike my other one, this was as white as snow, the buckle gleaming like the ring on my finger. The leather was soft, caressing my skin as I fastened it on, feeling instantly like a part of me. Like it belonged there, just like I belonged here. With him.
“Beautiful,” he said, his long fingers stroking my face. “Just beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I breathed.
“Come here, Isa. Come to the cross.”
He beckoned for me to stand and follow him to the back of the dungeon, where the enormous X-shaped cross stood against the wall. I trembled looking at it, adrenaline coursing through my body at the thought of being bound to it, spread wide and helpless before my master.
“I know you’ve been waiting for this. The way you looked at it the first day I brought you down here... I’ve been saving it for you. For the perfect moment.”
I tried to steady my breathing as I stared up at it, then down at the black nylon rope lying in a neat coil at its base.
“Put your back against it, little slave, and hold your arms out.”
I did as he commanded, holding my arms in place as he deftly wound the rope through a ring at the top of each arm of the cross, then secured my wrists to the polished wood. Once each of my arms were secure, he wound the rope in an intricate pattern, binding it over the tops of my breasts, then under, displaying them proudly, before snaking the rope back and forth like a web around my waist and thighs. I spread my legs for him, and he bound those, too, lashing me securely to the cross.
He leaned back, studying his work, his long fingers running over his chin. He smiled, then, and untied his tie, then slowly unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt. I licked my lips as he revealed the strong planes of his chest, wishing I could run my hands through the sprinkling of golden brown hair, then move lower, tracing the lines of his contoured abs until I reached the place just above his belt, tickling the flesh above the place I wanted to touch most of all.
He was naked now from the waist up, and grinning at me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I tried my bonds, but I was snugly held, the rope rubbing against my wrists when I tried to move.
He stepped into the shadows and returned with another box, one I remembered all too well. He opened the lid, and I sucked in a breath--the egg and the plug he’d made me wear before where there, along with a small vial of lubricant.
He wasn’t going to use those on me, was he? All I wanted was him inside of me, filling me up, making me truly his wife, his partner, his love.
“Relax, little slave,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the dimness. “Trust your master.”
I relaxed against the wood of the cross, my body humming in anticipation. He came to me, looming over me, and I gasped when I felt cool gel hit my pucker.
“Shhh, Isa. Take it in,” he whispered, and pressed the thin plug into me.
I breathed out, accepting it, and it slipped inside, the feel of it stretching my tight ring of muscle making me whimper. Mr. Drake slipped a hand into his pocket, and the egg whirred to life, buzzing against the wood of the box. He swept it up and held it before my eyes, letting me wonder what exactly he was going to do with it.
“Remember this, little girl? How you came around it, shuddering in my arms as we danced? How raw you were, Isa... How real. It was breathtaking.”
He brought the egg to my lips, and I opened my mouth, suckling on it gently.
“I knew then, you were someone very special. Someone I couldn’t let get away.”
The buzzing egg lowered, and I moaned as he ran it over one nipple, making it tighten to a peak, then the other, the coolness from my mouth making the vibration feel even more powerful against my hot flesh. He trailed the egg around the curve of my breasts, trussed up by his skillful rope work, making me tremble as it glided over me.
I was already wet for him, my body squeezing around the plug, arousal leaking down onto my thighs. How I wanted him in me... but he seemed determined to tease me. To drive me wild before finally giving me what I wanted. What I needed.
He moved the egg lower, tracing the gentle curves of my body, bringing the vibration against the sensitive flesh on my inner thigh, making me squeal and pull at the ropes. His chuckle made my body tingle, aching for him, but helpless to take him into my arms. When the egg hit my delicate folds, I cried out, my muscles squeezing around the plug, pleasure spiking through me like lightning. He moved it in circles, grinding it against my clit until I was gasping, tears stinging my eyes.
Mr. Drake reached into his pocket again, and the plug inside of me roared to life, matching the vibrations from the egg. I was enfolded in feeling, my entire lower half pulsing, my head spinning as I felt the orgasm already building inside of me, coiling deep in my belly.
He bent down, and I wailed as he nibbled my breasts, rubbing the egg harder against me as his teeth found their way to my nipples, already painfully erect.
With one swift movement, he pushed the egg between my legs, pressing it up inside of me. I screamed as he latched onto one nipple, biting hard, his tongue thrashing over the tip as the sweet pain made my body shake against my restraints. The throbbing inside of me reached a crescendo, and then I was cumming, crying out his name as a hot tear rolled down my cheek.
His mouth gentled on me, kissing and sucking, and he moved to the other breast as my body trembled, convulsing around the toys still humming inside of me. Then, the vibrations stopped, and he was lowering his pants and boxers to the floor.
“Push it out now, little slave.”
I panted against my restraints, but did as I was told, squeezing my muscles until the egg was released into my master’s hand.
“Good girl.”
/> His breath tickled my ear before his lips trailed down my neck, kissing and licking.
I mewled, wanting him, wanting more, but not sure how much more I could take. He moved closer, his hard chest brushing against my breasts. I loved the way he felt against me--so safe, so warm. So right.
He reached down, and I felt the tip of him pressing into me, urging me open. I moaned as he sheathed himself inside of me, stretching me; filling me in a way that made my toes curl inside of my heels. I was spread wide for him, vulnerable and ready, and he pushed deeper, making me gasp.
“Is this what you want, Mrs. Drake?” He grabbed my waist, pulling out in one achingly slow motion, before slamming home once again. “Is this what you want from me?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Sir!”
He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a long, sensual kiss, his tongue mimicking the movement of his hips as he thrust into me again, pulled out, then thrust back even harder. I groaned at the feel of him, each long stroke of his cock inside of me making my sensitive body rejoice. When he broke away, he bit my earlobe, making me cry out.
“You’re mine, Isabeau. All mine,” he said, grunting as he drove into me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes, Mr. Drake.”
He picked up his pace, and I could tell he was at the edge of his control--that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him, and this time couldn’t restrain himself, couldn’t take his sweet time torturing me, drawing it out. The thought made my heat sear through me, the intensity of his lovemaking, his lust, making me burn for him. He reached down, and suddenly, the plug buzzed to life again, making me scream, the pressure rubbing against the friction of his shaft inside of me.
“And I’m yours, Isa. All yours. For as long as I live...”
Tears rolled down my cheeks again, but not just from the pleasure threatening to overwhelm my every sense. I was his, and he was mine. Husband and wife. For the rest of our lives...
He drove into me, kissing my tears away as he fucked me ravenously, drawing out, then driving home again and again, over and over. I strained against the ropes, wanting to cry out, but unable to speak, as I exploded against the hard wood of the cross.
He groaned and kissed me, locking us together as he came along with me, our bodies convulsing as one, intertwined, locked together in passion. In love.
When we finally stilled, he held my face in his hands, the look in his eyes echoing everything welling up inside my own heart. When he said, “I love you, Isabeau,” I nodded. It wasn’t necessary. I was Mrs. Drake, his and only his, and I knew I was loved.
And in that moment, I knew I was home as well.
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The End
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About the Author
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From schoolgirls getting spanked, to people literally getting tied up at the office, she loves bringing the hottest stories straight to your kindle.
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Other Stories by Delilah Fawkes:
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Teaching Him: The Droid Who Loved Me, Part 1 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
Wanting Him: The Droid Who Loved Me, Part 2 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
Needing Him: The Droid Who Loved Me, Part 3 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
At His Service: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 1 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Mercy: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Command: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Insistence: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Instruction: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Word: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 6 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Desire: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 7 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Warning: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 8 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
Erotica
Babysitting Daddy
Babysitting Daddy 2
Blackmailed by the Professor (M/f/m Menage)
Chick with a Dick: My Roommate’s Sexy Secret (Trans Erotica)
Cram Session
Disciplinary Action (Slave to Authority)
Disciplinary Action 2: Reprimanded (Slave to Authority)
Free Fuck (An Erotic Gangbang)
Getting Off
I Fucked the Swamp Creature! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Wolfman! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Mummy! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Dracula! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Frankenstein’s Monster! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Invisible Man! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Cthulhu! (Monster Sex/Tentacle Sex)
I Fucked a Zombie Horde! (Monster Sex/Gangbang Erotica)
The Little Virgin Mermaid (An Erotic Fairytale Parody)
Missionary Position
Ms. Gina Fucks the Football Team (Fantasy Roadtrip #1)
My Best Friend’s Brother
My Best Friend’s Brother 2
My Best Friend’s Brother 3
My Best Friend’s Daddy
My Best Friend’s Pussy
Spying on the Neighbors
Sucking Santa’s Candy Cane (Holiday Whores)
Taking Him By Force
Taking His Cherry (Holiday Whores)
Tit for Tat
Tricks for Treats (Holiday Whores)
The XXX-Files (An Erotic Sci Fi Parody)
Yes, Professor
Yes, Professors
Gay
The Bear and the Scout Master (M/m BDSM Erotica)
Fucked by Father Daniels (MM Erotica)
Gay for the Stay: A Schoolboy Confession
Hit the Showers
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Seducing My Sexy Son (Taboo Sex)
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Here’s a sneak peak at another sizzling hot tale of alpha male domination, My Best Friend’s Brother 2:
I didn’t go over to Amber’s house that night just because of Brian.
Or his gorgeous body.
Or his amazing tongue that made me cum again and again…
Or the fact that I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that hot and heavy night we shared six months ago.
Okay, fine! You caught me.
I’m such a bad liar.
Amber was the last thing on my mind when I invited myself over for a little “girls’ night” fun. I’d heard Brian was back from college for winter break, just like me, so I admit, I had ulterior motives. I just wanted to see him again, even if nothing happened between us.
It was so ridiculous. I never get caught up on guys, ever. I get what I want, and then I move on. No hearts broken, no pining, no nothing. If I’d been my own best friend and heard that I was trying to catch a glimpse of a guy I’d slept with once, months ago, I would have called myself a desperate nerd, and deserved it.
So what was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about this guy?
Was it just his swimmer’s body and what he could do with it? Or was it something more?
The last thought was the one that disturbed me the most.
Amber was always interested in playing a drinking game with me, so it didn’t take long for her to conk out in her room, breathing margarita fumes onto her pillow. I’d long ago mastered “guess which Bachelor contestant will go nuts this week” gam
e, and had buried her in the pitcher of drinks we’d mixed.
I can spot crazy a mile away with one eye closed. It’s a gift.
Brian had walked by once on his way to his room while we were laughing in the living room. His hair had grown out, giving him an oh-so-sexy Bad Boy look, but it was the look in his eyes when he passed by that made my whole body tingle. He looked hungry, like a predator as he gave me a lopsided grin. I licked my lips, my breath catching in my throat.
Now, watching Amber start to drool onto her pink sheets, I knew it was time to make my move.
I tiptoed down the hall in my tank top and panties, stopping outside Brian’s door. I pressed my ear to the wood, wondering if I’d catch him touching himself again. The thought made me smile. I’d love to get another glimpse of that thick cock of his.
There was silence. I listened intently, hoping to hear the sound of skin sliding over skin, but there was nothing.
Nothing, that is, until he spoke up.
“Are you going to stay out there all night, Bailey?”
I could hear the grin in his voice, and felt my cheeks burning. Busted! I, Bailey, nympho extraordinaire, was caught eavesdropping like a schoolgirl with a crush. What was wrong with me?
I opened the door, and smirked, trying to regain some of my composure.
“How did you know I was there?”
I tried to sound casual, but my mouth went dry when I saw him, sprawled out on his bed, as naked as the day he was born, propped up on one elbow as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
God, he was gorgeous. I’d almost forgotten. My pussy tingled in my panties, and I knew I was getting wet just looking over his hard body. I wondered if he could tell; if he could smell my arousal from across the room.
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