by Zoey Marcel
“Mine,” he growled.
The sound he let out when he came was so feral and masculine. He pulled her into him as their bodies writhed against each other with raw possession. He hovered over her with an iron gaze of determination as he stared down at her. His arms wobbled slightly from exertion.
She couldn’t stop shaking as she shivered on the bed and held the enticing look in his eyes. She could easily see why Brighton was so addicted to him.
* * * *
A week later Danielle came to a stop when she saw someone she hadn’t seen since she gave him her virginity at eighteen. Emmett O’Neil was with his three brothers, Greyson, Hunter, and Jake, and their friend, Diego Sanchez. A full-figured brunette was being cradled under Emmett’s arm as they walked together toward the Wild Bronco restaurant in McKenna Downs.
It was strange to see the dashing ladies’ man after so many years. He was still jaw-dropping and gorgeous, but it surprised the hell out of her that the lovely brunette with him wore a large, shiny ring. It was too far away to determine what kind of gemstone it was, but the thing shimmered brilliantly in the autumn sunlight.
Anyone could see that Emmett adored her. At a guess she would say that the lady was his fiancée, since neither Emmett nor the other men wore rings yet. His brothers and Diego doted and fawned over the woman, too. They must all be engaged to her or Emmett would have kicked their asses for pawing at his woman.
That old, familiar sense of rejection floated in briefly before it passed. Danielle knew she didn’t love Emmett, never had. She’d been attracted out of her mind to him and had attempted to convince herself she loved him in an attempt to forget the McAlister brothers. It hadn’t worked.
She supposed it was a natural thing to be humbled by the fact that an old flame had been unaffected by their one and only encounter and had found someone else, someone worth committing to. That brunette must be one hell of a woman to make Emmett change his mind about commitment. He’d been such a player before. Many a brainless woman and countless intelligent ones had fallen for his seductive, devilish charms.
Despite the sense of being a number and inferior to the stunning brunette on his arm, Danielle was happy for him. The shallow existence he’d been living before had been setting him up for a lonely life later on when his looks faded and the age of stamina and prowess had passed.
He’d woken up, grown up and in a way she was proud of him and pleased by his evident happiness.
Picturing Cole McAlister at the doe-eyed female’s side sent depression crashing into her, made her heart ache in despair. Him she loved and would probably never get over.
Something caught her eye and she looked sideways to see her Dom, Kale, walking into the jewelry store. What for?
Curious, she went up to the building and then peeked in the window. He was looking at rings, men’s wedding bands.
No!
Her heart died inside her.
I knew it! He’s going to take Brighton away from me.
She couldn’t let that happen. Her breathing stalled when he looked over at her. She walked away quickly. God, he saw her. She was in trouble now.
A minute later she got a text. “Meet me in the grocery store near the gingerroot.”
Well, that was specific as hell.
For some reason she obeyed in spite of her indignation.
Kale approached her in the store a few minutes later. He didn’t say anything at first as he fondled the different gnarly-looking roots.
“You had no right to spy on me,” he finally said.
“I’m glad I did. You were looking at men’s wedding rings. You’re gonna ask Brighton to marry you. Admit it.”
“That is not your business.”
Now it was time to throw down the gauntlet.
“It is my business. I’m engaged to him.” She gritted her teeth, eyes blurring with tears. “You can’t take him away from me.”
Kale remained calm, albeit displeased. “Brighton should decide for himself what he wants.”
The song “Jolene” flashed in her head and she couldn’t believe she was about to be that pathetic like the protagonist in the song. Begging a lover not to leave was one thing. Entreating the other woman, or in this case man, not to steal your partner away from you was entirely another.
“Please. I love him.” She blinked back the pooling moisture. “Please don’t take him away from me.”
“You would still have his brother.”
A tiny sob slipped through and she shielded her wet eyes with her lids, head bowing. “I love them both. Brighton loves me.”
Kale studied her for a long moment. “Then why are you worried he will leave you for me?”
“Why shouldn’t he? He’s sharing me with three men and with Heath before that. You and Brighton have a relationship without any other men involved. He might decide he likes that sense of monogamy better.” She wiped her eyes. “I don’t blame him. Sometimes I wish I didn’t fall so easily. I wouldn’t have to worry about men leaving because they’re sick of only getting one woman while I have several men. I really do love them.”
“I want to marry Brighton, but I would never steal him from you. I will still permit him to be with you. If he accepts he would be legally married to me.” Kale hooked a finger under her jaw so their eyes connected. “I don’t think it’s too much to ask that he be my husband by law since you can be legally married to his brother.”
She smiled through her tears and sniffled. “That’s fine. Thank you.”
He returned her embrace when she threw her arms around him.
“I’m still going to punish you,” he said.
She pulled away, sniffing. “Why?”
“For spying on your Dom. That’s unacceptable. Pick out the gingerroot you want up your ass. You’re going to prepare it.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m waiting.”
She looked for the smallest one and pointed to it.
Kale smiled knowingly. “Try again and this time, do not pick the smallest one or I will choose the biggest one for you.”
She grimaced and chose one of moderate size.
“Much better.”
* * * *
Danielle lay draped over a couple of pillows on Kale’s bed, completely in the buff. He’d made her prepare the ginger to intensify the apprehension of her own punishment.
He lay on the bed with her and split her buttocks apart with a slowness that was ominous.
“Do you know why I’m doing this to you?” he asked.
She quivered, anus clutching itself in dread. “Because I was a bad girl and spied on you.”
“That’s right. A good submissive would trust her Dominant enough not to spy on him. When I’m ready to discuss my desire to marry Brighton with him and with you, I will. Not before. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I spied on you.”
“I know you are, but I want to leave a lasting impression on you so you never do so again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She gasped when the tip of the ginger brushed her puckered entry. He’d had her peel the root and then slice off one of the fingers on the hand. She’d shaped it into a tapered piece similar to a butt plug and then had run it under cold water per his instruction.
The water made it feel cool and slippery, but subtle warmth permeated her tissues the longer he left the root there. Slowly he pushed the ginger plug into her.
She loved the aromatic smell of the root, especially when she’d been handling it in the kitchen. Even now she smelled the fragrant ginger.
The heat gradually built. It wasn’t unbearable, but the spicy fire got her attention. It was somewhere between pain and pleasure. She wanted the plug out even as her pussy creamed in response to the rush of heat in the area.
Kale spanked her hard. She cried out at the war of hot stings on her rump and the fierce licks of fire from within. Her cunt leaked all over the pillow. She fisted the sheets, mewling softly. Air rushed from her and
she shut her eyes when he pushed the ginger deeper into her asshole. The groove she’d carved stopped the fragrant chunk from going in farther.
“Will you remember this, Danielle?” Kale asked in a sensual hush.
His words seemed to carry two meanings as he quietly ran his hand over her tenderized bottom.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you remember that you belong to the McAlisters and to me?”
Her heart pattered with hope. “Yes, Sir. I could never forget that.”
“What did you think when you saw Emmett O’Neil with his fiancée earlier?”
Her breathing suspended. He’d seen her? So he could spy on her, but she couldn’t do the same to him?
The nerve.
The hotness.
He’d probably just been happening by when he saw her. It wasn’t like he’d crept up to the jewelry store window and peered in, fleeing like mad when someone saw—like some people.
“I didn’t realize you saw me,” she said in a meager tone.
“You will answer my question.”
Curses. Her anus clenched on the ginger, punishing herself for her own delay.
“I was happy for him.”
“Were you jealous?”
“No, Sir. I felt a tiny bit rejected, like I did when he took my virginity and then walked away, but not quite that bad this time.”
“Do you love him?” Jealousy darkened Kale’s tone.
Danielle turned her head to look him the eye. He had to know the truth. “No, Sir. I never did. I used him to get over the McAlisters back then, only it didn’t work. I admit when I saw Emmett earlier I felt a little crappy, but I think that’s natural. You know how when you see an ex or an old fling settle down with someone else, it’s kind of humbling, because that other person is the one to them and you’re not. People always think ‘Oh, I’m better off without that person’, but in order for that to be true it means they’re better off without you, too. It’s just not very flattering to be forgettable to someone, to be one of the meaningless numbers they go through on the road to meet their soul mate.”
Kale caressed her cheek. “I understand, kitten. You know that you can’t be everyone’s someone, though.”
She smirked. “I know that. I need my rest sometimes.”
He grinned. “Melanie is Emmett’s special someone, but to me and the McAlisters, she’s just another woman. You’re our someone.”
Her soul soared. “You care about me, too? Not just Brighton?”
“Very much.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose before sitting up again. “No submissives have pleased me more than the two of you have.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’ve grown really fond of you.”
Understatement of the century. She knew she was falling for him, but she wasn’t sure how long David and Brighton were sharing her with Kale for. Brighton had merely said he wanted her to be trained in BDSM if she was down with it. She’d agreed, asking him why, to which he’d said, “Reasons.”
Reasons. Okay.
“Shall I pull the ginger out of you?” Kale asked.
“Please do, Sir.”
After he did she felt his flaming exhale blow over her sore hole.
“I’m going to rim you,” he said darkly. “I love the taste of ginger.”
A harsh gasp barreled out of her when she felt wet, velvet heat gently licking her anus. He slowly cleaned away the lingering traces of ginger, bathing her in delicious steam. Her nerves sparked with sensation, firing to life beneath his expert strokes.
“Do you want my tongue in your asshole, Danielle?” he asked through a growl.
She moaned in acceptance. She couldn’t believe that she did. “Yes, Sir.”
The guttural sound rumbled in his chest as his tongue pushed into her body.
A soft cry poured out of her when she felt molten dampness pierce her. Wild electricity shot through her in mind-destroying currents. Her cells vibrated. Her pussy was soaked and achy. She’d been nervous about rimming, but all traces of bashfulness were gone. It felt so fucking good to feel a man’s tongue wiggling around in her hole, fucking her ass while his hands gripped her buttocks tight, like a predator holding his prey still while ravaging them.
“Please!” she pleaded. “It’s so good I can’t take it. I need your cock. Please let me have your cock.”
Kale growled and slapped her hard on the right ass cheek.
She shrieked at the pain and then screamed when her hole constricted around his steamy tongue. His heady groan made her sob in delight.
When he was good and ready to Kale withdrew his tongue, making her asshole quiver at the abandonment.
“Now I will give you my cock.”
“I’m so wet for you, Sir.”
He stuck his finger in her slit and she sighed. “You are. Did you come?”
“No, Sir. I promise.”
He gently rubbed her clitoris, stealing desperate whimpers from her. “Come now.”
A heartbeat later she shattered into a million pieces, writhing against the bed beneath her with Kale hovering over her from behind.
While she was still radiating with afterglow, cunt shuddering and womb clenching at the powerful vibrations, he entered her. She felt the latex tip, relieved that he remembered when she was so drunk on bliss.
“Too big,” she pleaded, hoping he kept going.
“Shh,” he lulled. “It will get better. Take me.”
His dominance dragged a submissive moan from her. A fresh surge of cream allowed him to advance and she opened her body to him, allowing for deeper penetration. Their animal sounds joined as one when he filled her to capacity.
No slow thrusts softened the shock of his massive erection buried in her saturated cunt. He plowed her hard and fast, taking what he wanted, using her body for his pleasure. The angle really nailed the hell out of her hot spot.
She actually screamed during his hardest pumps. His panting and sharp bellows said he relished her screams and the effect he had on her.
Her vagina grew hotter from the friction and she kept clawing at the sheets for a refuge he denied her.
“I feel you clenching on me, but you don’t come until I say,” he said firmly, voice strained and commanding.
She whined and then groaned when he slapped her left ass cheek. “Yes, Sir.”
“Fight it, kitten. Make your body obey me.”
She moaned at the blazing storm his words fueled. Somehow she kept her building climax at bay for him.
“Now you may come. You’d better come when I do or you’ll get more ginger.”
She wailed at the erotic threat, trying to force herself to come. Anxiety stunted the build-up, but his control brought it back. She strangled on her own breath as the orgasm ripped through her. The way her cunt latched onto his dick forced a mangled scream from her.
Kale roared his release and hammered into her, drawing out their satisfaction.
“I can’t!” she whimpered.
Fuck me. Make me yours.
He kept going, kept making her come while he rode out the last spasms of his climax.
“Who controls your orgasms?” he murmured hotly into her ear.
“You do. Oh God, what are you doing?”
He slapped her ass when she flinched at the brush of his finger over her clit.
“You get one more. Massage my cock. I deserve it.”
A breathy moan slipped from her. Hot sizzles crackled on her plump bud. She came again, squeezing his sated dick hard. He grunted at the over-stimulation, seeming in this moment to be both sadist and masochist as he tortured them both with her release.
“When can I make you come?” he asked.
“Whenever you want, Sir.”
“Never forget that.”
Her womb spasmed at his power over her. “I won’t, Sir. I love what you do to me.”
* * * *
Kale took a shower with Danielle. They washed each other’s bodies and made out slowly under the steamy jets and t
he hot mist blanketing them.
In the beginning he’d forbidden himself to kiss her, trying to distance himself while training her since he knew she was destined for another Dom. But he couldn’t stick to that. Since their first scene together he couldn’t withhold that intimacy from her anymore, couldn’t torture himself with not knowing what her mouth tasted like, how hot and wet her kiss was. He wasn’t disappointed. She was heaven. Her delicate, feminine kiss wrapped his mouth in sultry steam and the agile twisting of their tongues.
He recalled her tightness while fucking her, the womanly heat baking his aching flesh through the condom, the lung-crushing gratification of coming in her spasmodic channel, her tormented cries of passion. It all did something to him.
He loved that she was in subspace right now. She was especially cozy with him whenever she was. He never wanted this thing he had with her and Brighton to end. It didn’t have to with Brighton, but with Danielle he knew it would.
He’d been asked to train her for Brighton’s older brother, Cole. Kale assumed that was a temporary arrangement. It wasn’t like him to go and get attached to a woman. He’d always cared about his submissives in the past, but never in a way that would have prevented him from letting them go if he had to.
It was different with Danielle and Brighton.
“I love you, Sir,” she breathed dreamily against his torso.
He almost quit breathing. Did she mean it?
She was in subspace, so there was a chance she didn’t even realize what she was saying to him. He really hoped she did.
“Strong,” she mumbled against his muscles, kissing his chest and making happy cooing noises.
There was a chance she was drunk on endorphins, but then again, maybe she really did love him.
He held her close to him, both rejoicing in and cursing the fact that he loved her with all of his heart.
* * * *
He knew her name was Danielle and that her brother was a police officer. Wouldn’t that be a trip for the Hartwell bastard, to have his sister murdered by the serial killer he was most likely looking for? There was a certain delicious irony in it that thrilled him. He doubted Dominic would appreciate the coincidence. Where was his sense of humor?
