Unwanted Desire

by Aubrey Rose

  He lowered the flogger to his side and moved closer. “Are you disappointed? This means you have conformed to meet my needs. That doesn’t seem fair.”

  “I had resigned myself to a childless marriage. This is a miracle.”

  The flogger momentarily forgotten, he knelt at her side and pressed his hand against her belly. His eyes closed and her abdomen tingled. “Their heartbeats are so strong. I will never tire of the sound.”

  “When those heartbeats are replaced with demanding screams at two-thirty in the morning, I’ll remind you of those words.” She chuckled and pushed him away. “Now, are you going to gush over our pups all day, or are you going to fuck their mother?”

  With laughter rumbling in his chest, he pushed to his feet. “Their mother has a sassy mouth today. I think I pulled my cock out of it too quickly.”

  She wisely kept her agreement to herself. Her pussy had been tight and needful since he suggested this punishment.

  “Move your legs farther apart.” The autocratic snap returned to his tone, and he resumed his teasing massage with the end of the flogger. He trailed the strands down the backs of her legs and up the insides of her thighs. “Such a pretty pussy.” He passed the flogger over her folds then snapped it against her ass cheeks.

  She gasped and clenched. The sting was sharper than she’d expected, hotter and brighter.

  “Try not to tense. Absorb this sensation as you would any other. Let it sink into you and flow through you.”

  His arousal washed over her and twisted through her, every bit as intense as the heat radiating from her bottom. Knowing how badly he wanted her thrilled her, made her ache for the penetration of his cock and the strength of his body.

  He repeated the dual stroke, first one side and then the other. Then he paused, allowing her to process the feelings. Her fingers clenched the chair, but she kept the rest of her body still, focusing on the need passing between them.

  After one final set of hot caresses, he tossed the flogger aside. “Your skin is so delicate, so fine.” He carefully pressed his palm over one burning cheek, his fingers teasing the sensitive crease between. “Are you wet, kitten? Did this make you hot?” Before she could answer, his hand slid down, his middle finger parting her sodden folds. “So very wet.”

  It wasn’t the punishment as much as his reaction to punishing her that had revved her body into overdrive. Or at least it was easier to accept if she justified it that way. He pushed two fingers into her core and she moaned, needing more than this teasing hint of penetration.

  “Tell me what you want,” he coaxed, sliding his fingers in and out.

  “You. I want you deep inside me.”

  He rotated his hand and rubbed the front wall of her passage, brushing his fingertips over an elusive spot that made her entire body tremble. “I am inside you.”

  “Your cock.” She gasped. “I need your cock.”

  “Soon.” He slowly removed his fingers, and she whipped her head around. Why was he stopping? He returned to the pillowcase from which he’d drawn the flogger and produced a small bottle of amber liquid. “This feels best when it’s heated, but we’ll have to make do. I don’t think either of us have the patience to wait right now.”

  He hadn’t told her to alter her position, so she remained over the chair. His gaze moved over her with obvious hunger as he returned to her side. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?”

  She smiled, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Tenderness radiated off him in waves, warming her, soothing her. She pushed her emotions across their link, needing him to understand how much she loved him.

  His gaze narrowed and a smile curved one corner of his mouth. “Don’t try to distract me. We’re doing this my way.”

  Pleased by his determination, she turned back around and wiggled her bottom. He knelt beside her and opened the bottle, drizzling the liquid onto the small of her back. It was cool and fragrant, spicy with a hint of musk.

  He spread the oil over her back and massaged it into her shoulders. “This will ease the sting without diminishing the heat.” His fingers passed through the puddle on her back and smoothed the oil over her ass cheeks.

  His hands worked together, yet separate from each other. One slipped between her thighs, while the other remained on her back. He finger fucked her slowly, drawing out each stroke as his other hand sneaked beneath her and found her clit from in front.

  She jerked with the first firm stroke of his fingertips over her sensitive bud. Sensations ebbed and flowed, abandoning one part of her body as his skillful caresses drew her attention to another area.

  He kept up the gentle caress of her clit, but his other hand momentarily left her. The oil’s scent grew stronger and then Kage moved behind her. “Do you trust me, kitten?”

  She closed her eyes and dug her nails into the chair as uncertainty threatened her arousal. There was only one reason he would ask, only one intimacy they’d yet to share. “Yes, sir.”

  “You don’t sound very certain.”

  “I trust you.” It was as much a reminder to herself as a reassurance for him. “You would never hurt me.”

  “Say the word and I’ll take you to bed and make slow, sweet love to you.”

  She’d had slow, sweet love for the past two weeks and it had left her feeling incomplete and separated from her true mate. “I want you, Kage. The real you.”

  He raised her and turned her head, rewarding her decision with an intoxicating kiss. His hands stroked her breasts and pressed her tightly against his body while his mouth moved over and against hers. Their tongues curled and clung, deeply mingling their tastes.

  With a hungry growl, he released her mouth and guided her back down to the chair. His hands slid down her sides and palmed her ass. He squeezed, then slowly parted the way for his cock. She’d learned to enjoy the slide of his fingers and even a small toy, but this was different. His cock was so much bigger than anything she’d taken before.

  “Don’t tense up on me now.” He reached around and found her clit, resuming his light, circular motion. “Push back onto me. The oil will make this easier than you think.”

  She took a deep breath and slowly drove her hips backward. Her body resisted, pulsing in protest, then releasing with an unexpected rush of sensation. She shivered and groaned as her mind registered the exquisite fullness. His hand clasped her hip and he drove deeper, his fingers never faltering in their loving orbit.

  “Come for me, Jizette. Do it now.”

  Her inner muscles rippled and squeezed. She arched her back and took him deeper, helpless against the current streaming over her. He held her, guided her, she was safe in his arms. She let go and came in deep, pulsing spasms.

  Before the last tremor passed, he drew nearly out and drove back in. Out slow and in fast, his strokes kept her pleasure climbing, higher and hotter, more intense.

  Unable to remain still beneath him, she bucked into each of his strokes. His pleasure rushed across their link as well as his emotions. She absorbed the sensations with greedy delight and shoved the tempest back toward him.

  He cried out sharply, driving deep one final time as the sensual storm obliterated what remained of his control. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her up off the chair as he shuddered against her back. She was half an instant behind him then she was soaring at his side.

  His arms supported her as they gradually returned to reality. “That was… amazing.”

  “Glad you approve.” He nipped her shoulder, then buried his face in the warmth of her neck.

  She could picture his semi-smug smile. “Are we going to stay like this for the rest of the day?”

  He carefully separated their bodies and turned her toward the fireplace. “Stay close to the fire. I don’t want you catching cold.”

  They lay on their sides facing the flames, bodies nestled together, enjoying the firelight and the afterglow. He pressed against her back, absently stroking her hair.

  “I wonder if th
ey’ve caught Izak yet.” She shivered. “Hillard seemed pretty confident that she could break the case.”

  “She has technology on her side. If she works with the morphs rather than blazing a trail through them, she should be fine.”

  “That’s the hardest part of this.” She rolled to her back and looked at him. “I hate that we can’t make direct contact.”

  “It’s too dangerous. We can’t risk DOMA finding out where you are. Milo promised to send updates from time to time, and he’ll pass on our important news to the ones we love.”

  She stroked the side of his face and smiled. “It will get easier, I know. But I still miss them.”

  “So do I.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, his gaze warm and caressing. “But I’d do it all again in a minute. I have no regrets.”

  Rather than respond with words, she pulled his mouth back down to hers and poured all her love and devotion into one lingering kiss.

  Aubrey Ross

  Award-winning author Aubrey Ross writes an eclectic assortment of erotic fiction. From power struggles between futuristic clans, to adventurous Mystic Keepers, her stories are filled with passion and imagination. Some of her recent awards include an EPPIE finalist, two Passionate Plume finalists, and a CAPA Nomination from The Romance Studio.

  With a pampered cat curled on the corner of her desk, Aubrey dreams of fascinating worlds and larger than life adventures — and wouldn’t have it any other way! Visit her website at http://www.aubreyross.com. Join Aubrey’s news group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Anything-but-Ordinary/.