"I love my son, Sylvia, and nobody knows about him because I want to keep him away from the media circus. I told you not to come here, damn it. I warned you, but you insisted, so don't put this all on me. You knew exactly what you were letting yourself in for, lady. And I haven't heard you complaining, more like screaming for more. And as for your submission, I haven't nor would I ever abuse that. I'm disgusted you even mention it."
He blocked the next slap flying toward him with a low growl of warning.
"Try that again, pet, and you'll regret it."
"And what are you going to do? Live up to your reputation, Sven? I warn you, no man is ever hitting me again without my consent. I'll have your balls on a fucking plate first."
"And I have told you before, I'm not your fucking husband, woman."
Panting, he glared at the woman in front of him, not sure whether to strangle her or kiss her senseless.
The fight went out of her at the mention of her husband. As she wrapped her arms protectively around her waist, the last of his anger fled.
"I would kill the bastard with my bare hands for putting that look on your face if he wasn't already dead."
The silent tear running down her cheek was the last straw, and he pulled her into his frame with a sigh of frustration.
"Fuck, baby, how did all this get so fucked up?"
The tearful smile against his bare chest lifted some of the guilt off his shoulders, and he tightened his hold on her. He let his hand wander across the silk of her bare back, grateful beyond relief at the way she relaxed into him. Whatever was wrong between them, at least they always had this.
"So, tell me about Torsten, please?"
"What do you want to know, min sköna?"
Her moan against his chest had to be the sexiest sound ever, and his cock jerked upwards in response. She was so fucking hot when she did that. He willed his erection down with a low groan of his own. She hadn't missed his reaction if her dilated pupils and increased breathing were anything to go by. Sylvia put some distance between them.
"Everything. How old is he, who's his mother, and, oh, my God, he's okay, isn't he? I mean he hasn't got Sly, has he?"
One hand flew to her mouth, her expression horrified. She put the other hand on his chest. The heat branded him and made him want her even more, even as affection welled up inside him.
"No, min sköna, the only syndrome that boy has is convenient deafness syndrome." Warmth continued to replace the ice around his heart as he heard her small giggle. "Yeah, just like Hard Head. They are very alike in lots of respects."
"Good grief, two Timmys, that doesn't bear thinking about."
Another chip of ice clinked away from around his heart in response to her smile.
"Yeah, only Timmy has a loving mother and siblings. Torsten is lucky if he sees his mother once every few months, and then she's only there to fleece some more money out of me. Yet, she won't sign the adoption papers. That picture you had from Sweden? That was her on one of her visits. She just loves to torture me with how she could take him away from me again at a moment's notice. How I never wanted him anyway. Conveniently forgetting that I didn't even know he existed until she literally threw him at me six months ago."
"Oh Sven, that's terrible."
Her soft voice washed over him. Another big chunk of that icy fist dislodged as he lost himself for a moment in the tenderness he saw behind the tears in her eyes.
"It's okay, min sköna. Torsten is the best thing that ever happened to me. I had to take a good long hard look at myself, and it wasn't pretty. The women, the booze, it had to stop. Having him made me realize that. He deserved a father he could be proud of, not one whose reputation consisted of allegations of violence and kinky sex." Her sharp intake of breath made him smile grimly before continuing. The need to make her understand drove him on, even though he feared his words would drive her away forever.
"There were so many over the years. If you read the papers you'd know that. I can't even remember half of them, and some of them were made up, of course, but why not? Sex is easy when it's offered on a plate, and I have a healthy appetite as you well know." The soft hand on his cheek stopped him again, and he smiled at her moan, when he turned his head and licked her palm. His emotions threatened to overwhelm him, and he needed the physical contact to be able to continue.
"Sven, you don't have to explain yourself."
"Yes, I do. You need to know it all, and if I don't tell you now, then I may never get the guts to do so. Besides, knowing that bitch, she will spill all to the papers anyway. There is no fucking way I will associate myself with her in any way. I'm flying back to Sweden, and, if you can still stand to look at me, after what I tell you, I really want you to come with me."
He risked a glance at her, his stomach churning, and another chink of ice flew away from his heart at the tentative smile she gave him as she interlinked her fingers with his.
"Okay, I'm listening."
"Just before I found out about Torsten, it all came to bite me in the ass. I'd hooked up with this stripper a few times. She was into kinky sex, the more depraved the better. Inflicting that much pain isn't really my scene, as you know, I hope."
He risked a glance at her and was reassured by her nod.
"We both had far too much to drink that night, and I guess we went too far. I should have known better than to scene whilst on alcohol, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind, back then."
The pressure on his fingers increased, and he shut his eyes, recalling that awful night. She'd never want to look at him again, not with her history. He was about to fucking blow it all, but she had to see for herself that he wasn't good enough for her, because he sure didn't have the strength to push her away. He was a selfish bastard, and all he wanted to do was bury himself up to the hilt in her sweet pussy, making him forget everything else but the need to have his woman writhing under him.
"What did you do, Sven?"
"I hit her, hard. That's what she wanted. It's how she got off. Only that night, she asked me to hit her harder and harder. I don't remember the specifics, and I’ll spare you the details, but at some point I passed out. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. By the time I staggered back here, the police were waiting for me. I was charged with assault, and the papers were full of Larsson's night of depraved sex gone wrong."
He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath, but she didn't pull away, like he'd expected her to. Instead she looked furious.
"It's only assault, if she didn't want you to hit her. You said it was consensual. What a bitch."
"A Dom's worst nightmare," he agreed. "It serves me right though. I really wasn't following safe practices, and trust me, I learnt my lesson. Anyway, Vera paid her off, and she retracted her story, and the charges were dropped, but, as they say, mud sticks. I took myself off to Sweden to a well-deserved ear bashing from my parents. Then I found out about Torsten, and well, you know the rest. My quest to improve my image, clean up my act, and try to get the film made. I promised Walter that I would make this film, but no luck so far. I guess no one wants to work with a bastard."
"You're wrong Sven. I was going to tell you earlier, but Julia's revelation stopped me. I spoke to Bjorne Rasmussen whilst you were being interviewed. He really liked your script, but Steve put him off by stating you would only work with Julia. He gave me his card. You need to ring him, Sir."
The unexpected salutation made him look up into her eyes, now shimmering with tears. His heart beat a little faster in his suddenly hopeful chest.
"I don't really understand what the hell is going on with Steve, but I think it's safe to say that he's not working with you."
"Oh, I know exactly what the fuck is going on with him. Julia and I together are money spinners. She hasn't exactly been all that successful since I stopped working with her, and I sure as hell haven't earned him any commission, so he's trying to force my hand. He damned well knows I need the money. All my assets are tied up in this place, but
I'm fucked if I sleep with the devil."
"You won't have to if Bjorne wants to make your film, right?" Sylvia asked.
"No, I won't have to, all thanks to you. Whatever did I do to deserve you falling into my arms that night, pet?"
The impish smile she gave him just then as she sank to her knees in front of him took his breath away. She trailed one pink fingernail down his abs to the knot of his towel. His cock surged upwards, straight into her waiting hand.
"I think we can blame the heels for that, Sir. Speaking of which, I seem to recall you made me a promise."
Chapter Eighteen
Sven groaned in pure need as his cock came to life under her hand, and she licked her suddenly parched lips in anticipation. Her nerve endings tingled at the thought of tasting the drop of moisture just visible at the swollen tip of the rapidly growing shaft of heat. Need pooled low in her belly, and her juices seeped through the lacy barrier of her knickers.
Leaning forward, she licked that single drop away. The heat in his gaze as she looked up at him set her on fire. She cupped his balls and squeezed slightly. A thrill of feminine power went through her as his eyes closed and his head fell back with another low groan. Unsteady hands cupped her head and pulled her closer as she trailed her tongue up and down the satiny soft skin of his cock. His low growl vibrated through her.
"Jesus, pet, you keep this up, and I won't last five minutes."
His hips bucked off the bed as she took him deep into her mouth. She closed her own eyes, giving herself up to the sensations of his cock inside her mouth. His dick grew bigger still and responded with a life of its own. Sven's ragged breathing grew heavier by the second, and his moans urged her on. Sylvia grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand and licked the index finger of her other hand. Then she went to work on his cock again and ran that finger up his perineum.
"Fu-uck."
That single word held a world of meaning, and she hummed around his dick, satisfied that she was pleasing him. Sven obligingly scooted forward to give her room for maneuver. His fingers fisted in her hair, when she pushed her spit-slicked finger through his anus, and massaged his sweet spot.
His lust filled groan filled the room and his balls drew tight, and she relaxed her throat when he started to fuck her mouth in earnest. It didn't take long, before he swelled even more and the first jets of his hot cum hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck, pet, yeah, so fucking good. Take it all."
He collapsed back on the bed, and Sylvia took her time licking him clean and then rested her head on his naked thigh.
The warm glow of contentment filled her, as he patted her head. She'd pleased her Sir.
When he finally moved, her heart flipped over in her chest at the tender look in his eyes. He pulled her onto his lap in one fluid move. "I seem to recall I was going to fuck you senseless, not the other way round, though I do love a resourceful sub."
"I had a good teacher, Sir."
His amused chuckle danced across the sensitive skin of her neck and left gooseflesh in its wake. Her eyes fluttered shut with a moan, when he licked up the soft column of her neck, and inhaled deeply.
"I love your scent. I can never get enough of it, especially when I can smell myself on you. Did you like my cock in your mouth, pet? Did it make you all hot and wet for me? Are you wet now?"
Sven took her needy moan in his mouth and deepened the kiss. His teeth grazed her lips, and then he bit down. The slight pain sent a fresh wave of moisture through the lace of her thong, and she rubbed her thighs together in fevered anticipation.
An open handed swat to her thigh stopped her.
"You know better than that, pet, don't you? Trying to get yourself off will earn you a punishment."
The way he said punishment had her stomach tighten in anticipation.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
Sven cupped her chin and studied her face. Amusement and affection danced in the azure depths of his gaze, and she sat transfixed, as his eyes darkened further in a heated promise.
"Is my pet ready for me to teach her something new?"
Oh God yes.
"I can't hear you, pet."
Framing her face with his hands, he pulled her back, and pinned her in place with a wicked smile.
"Get on the bed for me, pet, and assume the position. Keep your shoes on. Close your eyes and wait for me."
Sylvia scrambled to comply, and she cursed under her breath when her legs got entangled in her dress. She tried to reach the zipper, but the click of his tongue stopped her.
"Did I tell you to undress, pet?"
His voice had dropped an octave, and Sylvia froze.
"No, Sir, I'm sorry. I just thought that you'd want me naked."
With her eyes closed, she couldn't see his approach. She sensed it, however. There was the faint breeze, as he disturbed the still air in the room, and then something soft teased along the bare skin of her back.
"Do you know what this is, pet?" he asked in a deceptively lazy drawl that made her pussy clench in need.
"The flogger, Sir."
"Good girl. Is there anything we need to discuss before I use this, pet?"
"No, Sir. I'm all good. Can I ask a question, though, Sir?"
Again he trailed the ends over her back, and then over her shoulder until the leather strands fell into her cleavage.
Instantly her nipples puckered, and her breasts tingled. Sylvia's breath came in short puffs of anticipation, and her blood rushed in her ears.
"Ask away, pet."
"If you're going to use the flogger, will you not want me naked, Sir?"
His amused laugh skittered over her senses, and the bed dipped, as he nipped her shoulder with his teeth.
"I want to be the one to undress you. I want to unzip your dress and lick my way all down your soft skin. I want to eat all of you until you scream my name, and then, I'm going to flog that luscious ass of yours until it's red."
Sven skimmed his knuckles down her front as he whispered those words. His fingers found her straining nipples, and shards of pure lust shot down to her pussy with every pinch and roll.
"I have wanted to do that since I saw you standing on my stairs, pet." His mouth followed where his hands had been moments before, and she almost screamed when his lips closed over one hard nipple through the dress and sucked hard. His hands continued their journey as his mouth moved over to her other nipple, and she arched her back with another deep moan. Sylvia grabbed his hair and pushed him closer to her breasts.
"Oh God, Sven, I need you."
Instantly, she knew she'd messed up. He slowly untangled her fingers and simply looked at her, until she dropped her gaze to her knees.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"Count yourself lucky I feel in a generous mood tonight, pet." She risked a quick peek up at him, and even though his voice was stern, there was a hint of laughter in his eyes, and the dread that had crept into her soul, fled. He wasn't Richard, so why did she even tense? Her late husband wouldn't even have needed such a slip-up as the one she'd just made to find an excuse to punish her.
"What's the matter pet? Give me a color?"
"Green, Sir."
Sven used the handle of the flogger to tip her chin up when she avoided his gaze.
"Sylvia, do not lie to me. Color?"
She flinched at the use of her name and the harsh tone he used.
"Yellow."
Sven's sigh blew the strands of her hair out her face, and he dropped the flogger and framed her face in his hands.
"I thought so. What's the problem, pet? Memories?"
She blinked twice in answer, and he rested his forehead against hers with another sigh.
"Perhaps you need to tell me exactly what the bastard did to you, so we can avoid this in future, pet."
Sylvia screwed her eyes shut and fought back tears. Tears that escaped anyway and that Sven swiped away with his thumbs.
"Talk to me, pet."
"I –I don't want to. I was so f
ucking stupid."
"And I wasn't?" He dropped a kiss on her nose and proceeded to kiss the tears off her face. The tenderness of the gesture made her cry harder, and Sven pulled her on his lap and simply held her.
When she finally stopped crying he handed her a tissue, and she blew her nose noisily.
"Argh, my make-up. I bet that's gone everywhere."
Sven laughed and reached across to the bed stand and the wet wipes kept there.
"I am rather fond of pandas, but I will admit it's not the best look on you. Here, let me." He proceeded to wipe the remnants of her make-up off of her face.
"There, much better, pet."
He smiled down at her and linked his fingers with hers in much the same way as she'd done to him earlier.
"So, spill, pet. Whatever it is let's hear it. I've got my own theories, but I really need to hear it from you. I don't want to hit a trigger that ruins this for you."
He squeezed her hand, and it gave her the strength to continue.
"I was a fool, Sven. An impressionable fool, who fell for his lines. I'd had some experience in the lifestyle when I met Richard, and like most subs I was quite desperate to find a Master to truly submit to. I needed someone stable for Alicia and me, and Richard fit the bill. He was older, secure, and I did hit subspace with him for the first time."
She smiled grimly at Sven's soft curse in response.
"Yeah, I quickly became addicted to that feeling, and Richard was kind then. He was new to the club I was attending, but he'd passed all their tests, and there was nothing to suggest anything was amiss, so I felt safe. In hindsight the signs were all there. He became incredibly possessive after just a few times we'd played. At the time I saw it as a sign of his commitment to me, and when he collared me within weeks of meeting, I was the happiest woman alive."
Her hand went to her bare neck automatically, and Sven gently moved it away, and settled his hand there. The contact grounded her, and she gave him a watery smile.
"I take it things changed once you were married?"
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