by Angela Blake
Sean didn’t want to smile because the very movement of his lips hurt, but the laughter bubbled in his throat.
She stared at him, “You look like shit, though. Did you go through a meat grinder?”
“Bar fight,” he told her.
“Oh, yeah?” She asked, sitting on the arm of the couch, across from him.
“Give me the number of the guy who did this to you. I’ll go sleep with him to say thanks.”
Sean lifted his hand to indicate three fingers.
Her grin widened, “Ooh, kinky.”
“Don’t be mean, Jenny. He looks terrible, as it is.” Danielle’s reprimand held little motivation and Sean glared at her.
“I’m not being mean! I’m just saying that at least he looks like what you feel.” Jenny protested.
Just then, her eyes fell on the ring box lying besides Sean, and her eyes widened, “No! You didn’t!?”
She swooped in to grab the box, “You proposed to her? That’s a slick move. I appro- I mean,” She threw a quick look at her friend who just raised a brow, “I mean, how dare you? You think you can win her back by just a proposal? Shame on you.”
‘Good job’ she mouthed to him, making him grin.
“So, you guys are getting married?” She asked Danielle.
Danielle rolled her eyes, “No. I haven’t said yes.”
“But she will. Eventually.” Sean cut in. “I’ll just keep asking.”
“Persistence. I like that.” Jenny nodded in approval.
“So, you’re not moving then?” She asked her friend.
Danielle pursed her lips, “I’m taking an overdue vacation for a month, and then I’ll go ahead with our plans to open another branch.”
“Your mom called me,” Jenny said, quietly. “She was upset.”
Danielle looked away, “I think it’s going to take me some time to reconcile with her.”
“That’s what I told her.” Her friend murmured.
Then, she scowled at Sean, “Don’t ever pull a stunt like this again!”
“I don’t intend to.”
He grabbed Danielle by the waist and dragged her to his lap.
Jenny smiled, “That’s so sweet. Now, get a room, you two.”
She stood up, “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
They watched her leave, and Sean commented, “She really loves you.”
Danielle grinned, “She wanted to TP your house last night. She was all for it.”
“TP?” He asked.
She tried not to laugh, “Cover your house in toilet paper.”
Sean blinked, “That sounds a little extreme.”
Danielle chuckled, “Yes, well.”
Sean turned her around and kissed her, a slow kiss that penetrated her heart, “I can’t believe I nearly lost you.”
“You’re not out of the hot waters yet.”
He smiled against her lips, “I’ll figure out a way to get out of them.”
Danielle leaned back and then pressed her hand to his where his heart beat, her voice holding a little quiver, “If you hurt me again, Sean-“
“I never will,” he vowed, and he pressed a hand on the one that was on his chest, “I have your heart here. I’ll protect it with everything I have. I swear to you.”
Then he touched her heart and looked at her, a quiet look, “And you have mine.”
She swallowed, and then bent down to kiss him, “I’m not saying yes, yet.”
He laughed against her lips.
Epilogue
“Welcome home, darling.”
“Your house-“
“Our house,” Sean corrected her.
Danielle smiled, “You’re right. ‘Our’ house. It’s so beautiful.”
He backed her into the door he had just closed and his eyes grew dark, “Do you want to see our bedroom?”
Danielle bit her lower lip, “I might be into that.”
“Might be, huh?” He teased.
She gave him a coy look, “If you want to play chess tonight, I’m sure I can oblige that as well.”
Sean roared with laughter, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder, “You little minx!”
“Put me down.” She struggled in his hold, only stilling when he smacked her on the ass.
“What are you, a caveman?”
“Yes,” he informed her. “I have found my woman and I’m taking her to my caves to fuck.”
“Very eloquent,” she told him. “Always the romantic, aren’t you?”
He tapped her on the ass in reprimand and then entering their bedroom, he set her down on her feet.
Turning her around suddenly so that she was forced to brace herself on the door with both hands as he started undoing the ties to her white dress.
When he couldn’t manage to undo all of them, he growled in frustration and then snapped the rest of the ties, to her shock.
“What are-“
His mouth descended on hers in a fury she couldn’t quite explain. Helpless against the assault, she tried to keep up, but he was determined, more dominant, and all she could do was clutch onto him, caught up in the storm.
Pulling away from her, he watched her pretty blue eyes clouded with haziness.
“Kneel.” He pointed towards the cushion in the centre of the room.
She was catching on it seemed because she quickly moved to obey. His hand gripped her chin, forcing her look up at him, “What do you call me?”
“Sir.”
He smiled, patting her cheek, “Good girl. Now open your mouth.”
Her eyes moved to the red and black ball gag he held in his hand. It wasn’t her most favorite toy, but when she saw his quirked brow, she swallowed her protest and opened her mouth, letting him adjust it in.
She jerked when she felt something soft touch her wrists, and when he pulled both of her arms behind her back, she realized he was tying them with a silk cloth.
It was his tie, she noted when he pulled away. Something in her womb tightened at the idea of being restrained by the tie he had been wearing the whole day today.
He was not done, however.
When he reached forward with a blindfold, she swallowed.
His breath was hot against her skin as he now took away her ability to see. She shivered at his rough touch on her face as he finished tying the blindfold. She could feel his amusement at her growing desire.
Leaning back, Sean studied his handiwork, and smiled at the pretty picture she made, all tied up and helpless.
He circled around her and, standing behind her, he leaned down to whisper against her ear, “Should I fuck you right now, my pretty little slave?”
She jolted at his endearment.
And when he nibbled on her ear, she whimpered.
A sharp swat on her backside when she took too long in replying, “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Danielle.”
Her skin burned against the harsh slap, but she knew he was toying with her, considering she had a ball gag stuffed in her mouth.
“Nod for ‘yes’, and shake your head for ‘no’.” He murmured in her ear.
“So, would you like to be fucked first, or should I spank you? You were quite rude to me yesterday. Seems you might be in the need for a little disciplining.”
She shivered as his hand slid down to her ass, and the fact that she couldn’t see, made her even more aware of her surroundings.
His hand caressed her rear but he didn’t strike her and she trembled in anticipation.
Suddenly, she felt something sharp touch her chest and with an audible snap, her bra snapped into two.
She didn’t have time to wonder at the ramifications of that because his hot mouth was attached to her right breast.
He suckled at her nipple, making it harden even more. Her cries against the sudden action were lost around the intrusion in her mouth.
He wasn’t gentle by any means, but the r
ough way he treated her made her lower body tremble, begging for relief. His teeth gripped her nipple and bit into it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark.
Her head flew back at the shock of sensation, as the pain flew straight to her clit, as if linked by something.
He moved to the other breast, taking his time with that one as well. His fingers were busy too, cupping the weight of her breasts in his hands.
“I really like your breasts. Can you feel how they fill my hand, like they were made just for that? I have a better idea.” He whispered against her throat.
“I’ll fuck your tits first.”
Suddenly, the feeling of being airborne threw her off balance, as he picked her up and deposited her on the bed, in the same position.
She felt something soft and moist being applied gently on her breasts, before he ordered, “Hunch your shoulders, closer.”
Swallowing, she did so.
The feel of that hard cock against her breasts was a feeling unlike any other. He moved slowly, and felt the thick blunt tip rub against her face every time.
“It’s too bad your mouth is occupied, or it would have been really fun to have you suck me off at the same time.”
His thrusts became harder and weak moans escaped her bound mouth.
Sean groaned at the soft flesh that surrounded his cock, but he wasn’t planning to get off on her tits.
Today was about her.
Seeing the drool drip down her chin from having the gag in her mouth, he smirked, but said nothing.
Withdrawing his cock, he had her flipped over in the beat of heart, where now her upper body was resting on the bed, whilst her lower body dangled below.
“What is is that you said to me yesterday?” He asked mockingly.
Danielle winced.
She should have known by his smirk back then that she would end up paying for that comment.
She heard a buzzing sound and her ears strained to try to understand what that was. Her underwear was slowly slid off of her body, and Sean lifted her lower half, before she felt the most blinding of sensations.
He had put something against her clit.
“It’s called an egg. A form of vibrator. Now don’t move. You don’t want it to dislodge and accidentally enter somewhere it shouldn’t.”
The bastard was laughing at her.
But before she could curse him, the egg started vibrating and it felt so good.
Never before had her clit been stimulated in such a way. The movement did not stop and when she squirmed, she received another smack on her right butt cheek.
“What did I say?” Sean asked, dangerously.
Don’t move.
Her eyes were shut tight against the blindfold and she tried to scream against the electric pleasure that rocketed through her, but she couldn’t.
She wanted to grab purchases on something, but her hands were bound behind her back.
Sean kissed her neck, a wet open mouthed kiss, as she panted with the strain on her body, “Do you realize how powerless you are right now? I control your pleasure right now. This is why I’m your Master, here. By the time I’m done with you today, you won’t even remember your own name. My name is all that will be on your lips.”
Danielle shuddered at his words.
And then she jolted when he smacked her on her left butt cheek with disciplined force. Her mouth opened wider, if that was even possible. The pleasure along with the pain was going straight to her pussy and she didn’t have to rub her legs to know that she was dripping.
Her cheeks burned red with the knowledge that the evidence was trickling down her legs.
Sean spanked her bottom in quick succession, his hand open and hard, not bothering to be gentle. Her skin was becoming a lovely shade of red, and he leaned down to press a kiss to it, making her moan again.
“You’re wearing my brand, Danielle. On your plump little ass.”
He groaned at the image she made, tossed on his bed, like a sacrifice being offered to him, his own personal little toy. And as he smacked her ass again for good measure, he whispered his musings to her, making her cry out.
Her cries were growing weaker with exhaustion and he decided to take pity on her.
Not too much pity though.
He parted her legs open, repositioning the vibrating egg so that it was just right against her clit.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he told her, chidingly. “I’m starting to think you enjoy being punished, Danielle.”
When she wiggled, desperate for some sort of relief, he growled, “Behave. Or I’ll just leave you like this for an hour.”
At that threat, she stilled, subdued.
However, all bets were off when she felt his hand lightly spank her dripping pussy.
She screamed against the restraints, unable to handle the sharp pleasure that was entwined with hints of cruel pain. But he did not relent.
It took three strikes for her to lose the battle and her pussy clenched, as she fell apart. And it was just then that Sean penetrated her with his thick digits.
He left her no opening and just drove his fingers into her, driving her into another orgasm. The number of fingers increased and all she could process was being thrown off the edge continuously.
Her mind was going blank and all she wanted was to be fucked properly.
Sean must have felt the same way, because a second later she found the ball gag removed and he massaged her jaw tenderly for a few beats, and then thrust his cock into her.
Her scream was a keening pitch. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her in place and jackhammered into her pussy as she cried and begged for more.
“Who’s your Master?”
His words were a snarl as he lost himself into her.
“You are! Oh, God! Sean!”
Her face was in the air where he held it by her hair and her pants and moans filled the air, as she kept crying out his name.
The orgasm he drew out of her, wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her wild, unrestrained. It took two flicks, to untie her completely, and he picked her up and slammed her against the wall, thrusting into her with wild abandon.
Her legs came to wrap themselves around his waist, and her arms were around his neck.
He kissed her, their mouths open, lost in the haze of pleasure. Feeling her nails rake down his back, he gave her a particularly hard, punishing thrust, making her cry out loudly.
The orgasm that tore through her was so violent that she nearly blacked out. Hearing Sean’s snarl, she felt him empty in her, before carrying her back to the bed.
She came to with her hair being stroked gently.
Feeling his warm hard body surrounding her, she realized he had cleaned her up. She buried her nose in his neck and sighed. Her mind was floating right now and she felt like nothing in the world could touch her. It was such a relaxing feeling.
His lips peppered soft kisses on her face, ones that were filled with affection and she basked in it.
“Why are you so nice to me after sex?” She murmured, taking in his scent.
“Because I’m mean to you, during?” He offered, chuckling. “You did good, Danielle. I don’t think I could find anybody who’s more of a perfect fit for me, mentally and in bed.”
She kissed his chest and settled down.
“You tore my wedding gown. I wanted to save it.”
“I’ll get you a better one, darling.” He grinned at her.
She pinched him in retaliation, making him protest.
“That was the only one I wanted.” She informed him.
“At least you got me.” He quickly rolled her over and started stealing kisses from her, making her laugh and try to hang on to her annoyance.
“I love you,” she murmured into his neck.
“You are my heart,” he whispered to her.
THE END
ngela Blake, The Jewel Thief
