His to Own

by Tori Carson

  “Not really. Don’t glorify what I did. I was the one who said, ‘I do’, in front of God and glory. There were warning signs I should have recognized before it was too late.”

  The more he learned about her, the more intrigued he became. “I think I understand a little bit better now why it’s so important to you to have your freedom. It was a great choice for your safeword.”

  “Thank you for respecting it. I’m sorry I freaked out. I keep doing that with you and I don’t know why.” She turned slightly and glanced at his face. “When I’m with you, I feel very off balance.” She started biting her lip but quickly stopped and stole another look his way. “You’re the first man I’ve ever really been attracted to. I think that has me running a little scared.”

  She’d given him a lot to think about this evening. He relaxed into the pillow and just spent a few minutes holding her. “I want you comfortable around me, Angela. After hearing what your marriage was like, I can understand why you get uptight when it may sound like I’m pushing for more control.” He caressed the valley between her breasts and dipped a little lower.

  As she relaxed, his touch became less comforting and more arousing. A few minutes later, she slid her left leg over his giving him better access. Slowly, he delved his fingers between her labia. He took his time exploring her further.

  “In the future, when I say something that triggers that sense of panic, I’d like you tell me. If you’re bound and need to be released, I’ll do that, but I’d like to get to the point where your first reaction is to ask for clarification rather than run.”

  She chuckled. “Me too. I honestly didn’t hear much after the word schedule.”

  His body was pressed tightly against hers and he felt a shiver run the length of her body. “Over time, you’ll come to see that I only want control in the bedroom.” He took a deep breath and decided to push his luck. “That’s not to say that I only want sex from you. I enjoy your company and I’d like to be a part of your life to whatever degree you’re comfortable with.”

  Angela hugged his arm with both of hers. “Why, Brett? I act like a complete moron every time we’re together. How can you enjoy that?”

  “You’re a—” He caught himself before he said beautiful. If her ex considered her a trophy wife then she would want to be appreciated for more than her looks. “Fascinating woman. You make me smile. When I’m with you, I forget about the stress of my job and the hassles in my life. I laugh and I’m happy just being with you.”

  She sent him a sad smile. “Well there must be some truth in that because I haven’t done much for you sexually.”

  Brett propped up his head with his palm under his cheek so he could watch her face while he spoke. “Now you’re dead wrong there. Watching you come for me last night did wonderful things for my soul. Feeding you dinner tonight while you were trussed up was a huge turn-on. I loved the view and being able to express my dominant side.” He leaned down and kissed her temple.

  “You asked me to tell you three things and I only told you two. Would you like to know the third?” she asked shyly.

  “I can’t wait to hear it.” She had a sweetness to her that he hadn’t seen with other women. It drew out his protective streak and made him want to give her the world on a silver platter.

  “I’d like to learn how to please you.”

  Knowing about her past gave her request special meaning. A profound rush of pride burst through him. That she trusted him enough to choose him to take her on this journey meant a great deal to him. “Being with you pleases me, Angela, but I’d be honored to teach you anything you want to know.”

  “Could we try last night over again?”

  She was meeting his gaze and seemed eager to try. “I’d love a bit of dessert. Last night your hands were wrapped. Would you like me to tie you to the headboard?” He smiled hoping to lighten the mood.

  “Um, I meant the part we tried later in the bathroom.” Her hand slid down his body to caress his cock.

  He was already hard and her touch was causing him to ache. “I’d like that.” Brett threw the covers off. “Let’s take a swim in the tub and relax a bit first. Do you want to run the water or clean up the dinner mess?”

  “I’ll take care of the dining room.” She stared into his eyes for a few seconds before scooting off the bed.

  Brett wondered what thoughts had passed through her head and wished she’d shared them. As he was walking into the master bathroom, he stole a glance at Angela. She had a scrumptious ass. One way or another he would break down her defenses. He was determined to be an integral part of her life.

  The water was nearing the correct level when Angela appeared in the doorway. She was hiding partially behind the wall.

  “I’ll pick up some bath salts so we’ll have them if we do this again,” she offered.

  “If that’s an invitation, then I accept.” He turned the water off then dipped his hand in to check the temperature. “After you.” He waved her ahead.

  The tub was huge with two seating areas and a waterfall faucet. Angela sat at one end and drew her knees up to her chest. Getting her comfortable in the nude would be one of his first priorities. Although, maybe that wasn’t the problem. She’d dressed in nothing but his tie without any prompting. Maybe she was nervous about scening again.

  Brett sat opposite her and pulled her foot into his hands. As he gave her a foot massage, she tipped her head back and sighed softly. After a minute or two, she looked him in the eye. “It’s weird, I’m more relaxed around you than anyone I’ve ever met. Even my roommate, and we’re pretty tight. I barely know you. I really shouldn’t be alone with you or let you tie me up.” She shrugged and looked at him skeptically. “What secret spell have you woven over me, Mr. Mercer?”

  “Do you believe in soulmates?” He couldn’t say the word love. He didn’t feel it yet and he knew she would run for the hills if he mentioned it.

  “The whole…there’s one person out there somewhere in the universe that matches you completely thing?”

  Her voice was nonchalant, but there was something flickering in her eyes. Hope maybe? Brett nodded. “Some people believe that soulmates find each other over and over again throughout time. Because they’re two halves of the same soul and because they have the history of previous lifetimes imbedded in their psyche, soulmates recognize each other on some level immediately. “

  Angela’s gaze never left his and he could tell she was considering his words. Her muscles began to tense and Brett knew he needed to change tactics.

  “Do you believe that?” she asked before biting her lip.

  He tried to shrug casually. “I don’t know. My parents were deeply in love. They were killed in a plane crash several years ago.” It bothered him every time he let those memories surface. “I’d like to think they’ll have another shot at life together.”

  Brett let go of her foot and leaned back against the tub, resting his arms on the sides. “I know I felt an instant attraction to you.”

  Angela looked away from him and changed the subject. “Do you have any siblings?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I’m an only child.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know how I would handle being alone in the world. Even though my family is hundreds of miles from here, I know they’re there if I need them. But it does explain a few things about you.”

  He smiled. He liked knowing she was thinking of him, trying to figure him out. “And what would that be?”

  “As an only child, I suspect you were more comfortable around adults than people your own age. You sometimes feel alone in a crowd but don’t really give a damn. Responsibility doesn’t wear on you like it does others. It’s a mantle you’ve always accepted rather than something you shoulder with reluctance.”

  He was impressed. Her assumptions were right on the money. “What are you going to major in? Psychology?”

  She chuckled. “No, I have enough problems of my own. I wouldn’t dream that I could help other
s in that way. Short term, I’d like to get into human resources or personnel, and eventually move into head hunting. So many people are miserable in their careers and that’s just sad. It’s important to find the right people for the job. More than just experience and education should be considered when you bring someone onto a team or into a department. What is their personality type? How do they work? How do they process information? All that needs to be considered before someone is hired.”

  Brett watched as her face turned a beautiful shade of pink. He stayed quiet and hoped she would share more of her thoughts with him. He wasn’t disappointed.

  “I know it’s presumptuous of me to assume I’d be any good at it. This is my first grownup job and I’m a little old to be starting college, but the whole idea really fascinates me.” She was twirling her fingers in the water and looking everywhere but at him.

  He tipped her chin up so he could see her eyes. “I think you’d be very good at it. I would certainly hire you.” The blush along her cheeks was twisting his gut into some sort of pretzel. He needed to get back onto familiar ground. “How do you learn best, Angela?”

  Her voice dropped to a sexy, breathy whisper. “I’m an auditory and kinesthetic learner.”

  “So giving you instructions while my cock was buried deep in your mouth would be the best way for me to teach you what I like?” Not that it would take much at this point. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts bobbing just at the water level. Combine her luscious body with his fantasies last night and the scene they’d shared earlier that evening and he was set to explode.

  “Yes, Sir. That would work nicely for me.” She slid onto her stomach and nestled between his legs.

  Brett lifted his body out of the tub. He rested on the rim with his calves and feet still in the water. “I’m not into underwater breath play, but I do want to go deep. I’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about that mouth of yours.”

  “Is there a way to keep from gagging?” she asked, sitting back on her ankles.

  Her face was bright red and he knew how difficult it had been to ask that question. He smoothed her hair back over her shoulder. “Relaxing and not worrying about it will help the most. Does it scare you to gag? I would never let you choke or run out of air.”

  “I’m not afraid I’m going to die; I worry I’ll puke on you, too.” She was staring at the water and breathing shallowly.

  Brett laughed and couldn’t stop smiling. “You vomited on your ex? Damn, that’s the best news I heard all night! He deserved so much worse.”

  Angela granted him a shy smile. “I guess it is funny in hindsight, but at the time I was mortified.”

  “Oh, baby, it serves him right! We’ll take it slow. When the time comes, I’ll take the lead, but for now just have fun and enjoy yourself.”

  Chapter Five

  Have fun? She couldn’t remember a time when sex had been fun. At the club, it was nerve-racking and exciting, but she wouldn’t really describe it as fun. Her mouth started watering just looking at his cock. She wanted to feel it buried inside her pussy, but first she was going to explore a little.

  He was big and a little intimidating. There was no way she could take all of him into her mouth. If he thought that was possible then he was going to be deeply disappointed.

  Angela ran her cheek along his shaft. The feel of his velvety flesh stretched so tightly over his cock was getting her hotter than she’d expected. As she neared his balls, she nibbled until his dick twitched against her face. She laughed and the sound surprised her.

  Flinching, she sneaked a quick glance at Brett. Would he be offended? She wasn’t the most schooled girl when it came to sex, but even she knew men didn’t like to hear a woman laugh when she was playing with his cock.

  Brett had a smile on his face and was shaking his head at her. He didn’t appear angry.

  “I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect to get slapped in the face with your…junk.” She gave his balls another nibble.

  “Junk?” He took a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back until she looked him in the eye. “Such disrespect!”

  She couldn’t tell if he was kidding with her or truly upset. His voice had a playful tone to it. One thing she knew for certain was if he didn’t let go of her hair soon, she was going to straddle and ride him until she got some relief. She had no idea having her hair pulled was such a turn-on. It sure didn’t do anything for her when it was tangled in a brush.

  “Cock, dick, even penis is more acceptable than…junk. You earned a punishment over that one.”

  With the ear-to-ear grin on his face, she wasn’t too worried about the discipline he would give her. “Sorry, Sir. What term do you prefer?”

  “Cock.” He let go of her hair. “Now, proceed. I’ll dispense your punishment a bit later.”

  She ran her tongue the length of him. “Making me wait? That’s cruel and inhumane treatment, Sir.” It didn’t matter that her voice had the proper amount of pout to it; there was no hiding her smile. It sort of bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her and refused to stay hidden.

  “Anticipation is a marvelous tool.” He brushed her hair back over her shoulder.

  The way he was looking at her caused butterflies to take flight in her belly. His soulmate comments were still bouncing around in her brain and she was waiting for terror to spring to life. She’d never allow another man to have a say in her life again. Once was enough.

  But if he kept looking at her like that, as if he adored her, it was going to be an uphill battle all the way. No one had ever made her feel special before. “You, Mr. Mercer, are using unfair tactics.” Hopefully, he’d think she meant the unfinished discipline issue.

  A smile touched his lips, but did nothing to soften his eyes. His gaze was still intense and getting her wet as fuck.

  “All’s fair in Dominance and submission, my little subbie. Now quit stalling and get busy. I’m dying here.”

  She put her teeth around his shaft and pretended to bite. “I thought anticipation was a marvelous tool.”

  “Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” He grabbed fistfuls of her hair. “Open up.” He demanded.

  She was too busy laughing to immediately comply, but she eventually did. He kept his hands embedded in her hair. The pull along her scalp made it hard to concentrate on what she was doing. It seemed to have a direct line to her pussy.

  “That’s my good girl. You suck my cock like you want me to fuck you. Do you want me to be gentle or do you want me to fuck you hard, to pound into your pussy like a man possessed?”

  A strangled moan escaped around him. Her body was coming to life and he was only touching her hair. What the hell? Even his voice could turn her into a gushy mess.

  His cock slid to the back of her mouth and she sucked him hard until she reached the head then she swirled her tongue around the ridge before taking him deep again. She was rocking her hips wishing he was inside her pussy and mouth at the same time. The water was sloshing in the tub, but she couldn’t stop.

  “Look at me.” Brett’s Dom voice was more of a growl than she’d heard before. “It’s punishment time.”

  Angela’s tummy flipped and her pussy clenched. Her eyes met his as she waited to hear what he had planned for her.

  “Since you insulted my cock, you’re going to suck it dry. First, I’m going to thrust deep and hold there for a five count. You’re going to keep those muscles nice and relaxed just like you’ve been doing. While I’m nestled down your throat you’re going to think about what it will feel like to have me fucking your pussy until you’re begging me for permission to come. Ready?”

  He pulled back and she took a big breath. Slowly, he moved farther down into her mouth. As he hit the back of her throat, she felt his fingers caressing her scalp. All the tension just seemed to evaporate until she was putty in his hands. As he pushed deeper still, she wrapped her fingers around his calves and held on.

  “When I’m buried in your throat like this, I have complete con
trol. I even decide when you take your next breath. Heady stuff.”

  Brett pulled back and she inhaled. Angela hadn’t expected to get so aroused by this experience. She was definitely eager to do it again. When he loosened his grip and started to lean back, she moved forward taking as much of him as she could, then tightened her hold on his calves.

  He chuckled. “Want more, do you? Well, your wish is granted.”

  As he pushed past the entrance to her throat, she was amazed that she wasn’t choking, but as soon as the thought came to mind, she began to gag. Tears sprang to her eyes as he pulled out.

  Brett chuckled then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her head and shoulders. He kissed her forehead and held her tight.

  “I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s a natural reflex. What were you thinking about just before it happened?” He was calm and inquisitive.

  She dropped her head to his collarbone. “I was surprised I hadn’t gagged yet.” At the sound of his laughter, she looked up. “I did this to myself, didn’t I?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. It could have been a million other things too. Are you ready to finish?”

  “You still want me to?” She was surprised he was willing to give her another chance.

  “Hell, yeah.” He sounded so sure.

  “What if it happens again and this time picks up a hitchhiker?” She let her head drop onto his shoulder again unwilling to see his disappointment in her.

  “Then we clean up and start over, unless you’ve decided you’d rather not.” He tipped her chin until she was meeting his gaze.

  “No, I want to. I love the feel of you in my mouth. I want to feel you come and know that I can do that for you.” She enjoyed hearing the sounds he made as she stroked his cock with her tongue. It was a great confidence builder. And she liked knowing she was giving Brett pleasure.

  Angela began again. Slow and gentle at first then gradually she picked up the tempo. She lightly scraped her teeth down his shaft and was pleased when he groaned.