by Emma York
“Will it hurt?” she asked, looking innocently back at me over her shoulder. "Like the plug?"
“A good kind of hurt,” I replied, pressing the tip of my cock to her tiny hole, trying to find a way in. “Just relax.”
Her muscles slackened enough for me to push forwards. She shrieked as the first inch of my cock vanished into her. “That feels so good,” she groaned a moment later. “Oh fucking hell, that feels so good.”
I pushed slowly forwards, easing my way in, rocking back and forth as I went deeper, loving how tightly she gripped me. “You like that?” I asked.
“I love it,” she replied, her hips moving back. “Go deeper.” She kept pushing back until I was buried in her. Then I started to slowly thrust back and forth, only building up speed when she had stretched enough to accommodate my size.
“Oh my God,” she said, her breath ragged. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me,” I replied. “I want to hear you. I want to feel you come on me. Do it, come for me.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Her voice was a scream of sheer joy as she came, the muscles inside her contracting around me, almost painful in their grip as her whole body shook with the strength of her orgasm.
I let her ride it out before picking up speed again, unable to wait any longer. She came once more a minute later, her first orgasm barely over before the next hit.
The second one was enough to tip me over the edge and as I stared down at her perfect ass, I came, spurting deep inside it, filling her completely. I grunted with raw passion when it happened, crying out and arching my neck back, gripping her hips tightly in my hands. Then I slowed, waiting for her breathing to slow, my own still heavy, my chest heaving.
When I slid out of her, she almost collapsed and I had to help her walk over to the nearest room. We sank onto a sofa together, my arms around her. We stayed like that for a long time before slowly making our way up to bed.
I had wanted to talk to her about William Lawson. But that could wait. I didn’t want to spoil our evening. Tomorrow, I’d tell her tomorrow. Then we could decide what we wanted to do next. For now, I just wanted to fall asleep next to the woman I loved.
EPILOGUE
This time, when they met, it was Jason's turn to be on the back foot. He stood nervously in the middle of the park. It was just after sunset. The man in the black hat stood in front of him, he did not look happy.
“You told me you’d deal with him,” Jason snapped.
“If you recall, I handed out a red token. The rest was up to fate.”
“Damn it, I wanted him ruined. I didn’t want him acting like Mr High and Mighty. I should have dealt with it myself.”
“I warned you that you might not like the consequences of what you set in motion, Mr Fry.”
“What are you trying to tell me? That I shouldn’t have done it?”
“No but as the owner of Club Darkness, I am telling you that unfortunately you broke a number of club rules yourself recently.”
“What did I do?”
“You need a list? You used violence in the club. You kidnapped a club employee and you used club property to keep her away from her partner. Need I go on?”
“You can’t prove any of that.”
“Club Darkness appreciates neither lying nor violence.”
“What are you, the moral police?”
“No but the actual police may want a word. Pippa, Adam.”
Jason spun round to find two police officers standing behind him. “What’s this about?” he asked, looking worried.
“Someone hacked into your computer system, I believe,” the man in the black hat said as Jason turned back.
“So arrest him, the son of a bitch has ruined me.”
“They found some things on your computer, Mr Fry. Material of a rather unpleasant nature.”
“Bullshit.”
“Tell it to the Judge, Mr Fry.”
Adam stepped forwards. “Mr Jason Fry, I’m arresting you on suspicion of-”
Jason talked over him. “You can’t do this, let go of me. Stop it, take your hands off me.” He was still complaining as he was loaded into the police car at the edge of the park. Pippa remained where she was.
“Thank you for that,” the man in black said.
“You’re welcome,” Pippa replied. “Shall I give your regards to Ethan?”
“No, I think I’ll be seeing him myself soon enough. Good evening, Pippa.”
“Good evening, William.”
She walked away. The man took a moment to think. The red token had revealed a lot. It had revealed that Ethan loved his daughter, that she would do anything for her. That was what he needed to know. The white token had been a thank you, of sorts, for being the right man for her.
He dug out his phone, dialling a number he hadn’t used for a very long time. He listened as his wife answered. “Hi,” he said. “It’s me. I think we need to talk.”
He hung up a minute later, walking out of the park and into his car. Then he pulled into the traffic and headed into the city ready for a conversation he'd thought about ever since leaving the hospital in the middle of the night all those years ago.
Would she forgive him? Would she believe his story? He could only wait and find out. The city was full of stories. His was just one of many life stories that London contained. All those stories out there.
All he could do was drive to her and see what happened when the next chapter of his began.
END OF BOOK 2
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FIRM
She thought she was in charge. She was wrong.
Beautiful little Anabelle.
Strutting about the office like she owns the place.
She thinks I'm scared of her.
She has no idea who I really am.
By the time she finds out, it'll be too late.
A weekend conference.
Me dragged along as her 'assistant.'
She's no idea what I've got planned.
When the door is locked and we're alone, I reveal the truth.
Tell her exactly what I'm going to do.
Starting with ripping that boring grey suit off her sexy body.
Get my hands on her soft skin.
Make her beg.
Claim her as my own.
And if she doesn't want me to?
Well, that's just too bad.
Because I know what she really needs.
She needs to submit to me, her secret billionaire boss.
PROLOGUE
BILL
I looked down at her. She was completely at my mercy. It had taken a long time to get her exactly where I wanted her but it was worth it. She looked exquisite.
I had been lucky too. The bed was the perfect shape for my plans. King sized, wrought iron frame, vintage design, painted white. The four corners were what mattered most though. The bottom two curved towards each other, creating a low arch of metal. The head of the frame was the same but taller, another arch of metal, just perfect for attaching ropes.
If she wondered why I’d brought them with me she hadn’t mentioned it. She had done everything I wanted without a word of complaint, so different to how she usually spoke to me.
Until the ropes came out.
She started grumbling once she was tied down. “Please let me go,” she said again, twisting her head to try and look behind her.
Bound in place, my skilled knotwork prevented any escape attempt from taking place.
She looked beautiful, trying to wriggle free like that.
I’d tied down plenty of women in my time but none of them held a candle to her. She was truly s
tunning.
Pale skin, curves of her hips drawing the eye in just the right way, down to that squirming ass of hers, the one I was about to toy with.
Naked, laid face down, wrists outstretched, struggling with the ropes. Ankles trying to kick their way free. It would never happen. She was there until I said otherwise.
She was mine. I could do anything.
I glanced at the open case next to the bed, the things in there waiting to be used. So many things.
I smiled.
“Please, I’ve changed my mind. Let me go.”
“No chance,” I replied, lowering my head to whisper in her ear. She glanced up at me, fear in her eyes, fear mingled with that deeper emotion, the one I’d seen a couple of times since we met.
She was so nervous about revealing who she really was, she thought she wanted to leave.
She didn’t.
I knew the truth. She didn’t just want this. She needed this.
“It is time,” I said slowly, enjoying the sound of each word rolling around my mouth, “to show you who is really in charge around here.”
I saw it again then. That look in her eyes, that flicker of dark desire. She had brought herself here, she had given her full consent to be bound. She knew what would happen once that was done. There was no turning back now. It was too late for that. I couldn’t switch off my need any more than I could turn back the tides.
I stood to one side of the bed, looking down at her body as she continued to beg me for release. She would get release, just not the sort she was expecting.
It would come very soon. So would she.
I raised my hand, holding it high in the air. This was the final moment of silence. Once the bond was made, once my hand fell on her, there was no taking it back. Forever, we would be joined, we would be connected. She would remember this forever.
I would bring her pain like she’d never known. Without pain, there could be no pleasure. Schopenhauer said life without pain has no meaning.
I would give her life meaning. I would give her the purpose she was lacking, guide her in the direction she was afraid to travel alone.
I was going to provide her with more pleasure than anyone had ever done for her before. She would enter new realms of bliss with me as her guide. And it would all start as soon as my hand descended through the air.
Her complaints had faded away and her breathing had changed. She had seen my hand going up from the corner of her eye. She knew what I was going to do. She also knew why.
I had told her I was going to punish her. I was many things but I was not a liar. I had been honest with her from the start, well, apart from the one thing I had kept from her but she would find out about that soon enough.
Until then, there was a lot we needed to do. Starting with this.
I didn’t put too much force into the first blow. I was well practised in choosing the right strength to use for each person. I knew exactly what she needed.
She looked so perfect, it was almost a shame to mark her skin. But I had to. Things had gone too far to develop any doubts now.
Putting my cock in her would have been simpler. I would have fucked her body and she’d have screamed with joy but then it would have been over. This was so much more.
Spanking her was a way of fucking her soul, of bringing her to life, creating a spark that would consume us both if I wasn’t careful. I had to be careful. I’d never got too close to any of the subs I’d trained and I had no intention of breaking that rule for her.
I took a deep breath and held it.
It was time.
My hand flew down and landed in the middle of her right buttock. It stung my palm so I knew how much it would sting her.
She screamed.
The shock alone was enough to draw that piercing sound from her.
I knew that sound well. It was the release that they all had, the first step towards freedom, towards total submission.
I lifted my hand as she cried, “Ow,” and tried to squirm away from me. All she succeeded in doing was shifting her hips a little. Until the ropes were untied she was going nowhere.
Power like this was intoxicating. I loved being in control, being in charge. All my life, I had done this, taken charge. It was only right that I did the same with her, that I continued on the same path. That I made her mine.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. Most of them, I enjoyed once and then discarded, leaving them to pick up the pieces of their lives, try and find anything as good as what they had with me.
But her? I didn’t want to discard her. I wanted to keep her. I wanted to own her, I wanted to explore every inch of her body. Dangerous thoughts that I wasn't supposed to have.
This was the first time I’d seen her naked and I wasn’t disappointed. Her, the big important business woman, Miss Corporate High and Mighty, trembling in front of me when I stripped her in the middle of the room.
Her hair had gone down first. That fierce tying back was over. After that, she instantly softened, less severe, less angry even as her eyes flared defiance. But the moment I took her jacket off, she melted, her fingers trembling, her whole body on edge.
I had unbuttoned her shirt slowly, taking my time, breathing warmly onto her skin as I revealed one inch after another of her voluptuous body. She was no wafer thin rake, she was so much sexier with a few curves, especially the swell of her cleavage as her bra came into view.
I slid the shirt sleeves from her next, tossing it aside, her taking in heaving, gulping breaths. I knelt down and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her legs without words, letting my fingertips rest on her thighs on the way down.
I left her shoes on. I left her tights on. For a little while.
Standing up again, I was hard as a rock at the sight of her. Gone was the anger, though that flash of defiance once again played across her features.
I wanted to fuck her so badly.
I walked around her, examining her closely, making her uncomfortable, making her realise I wasn’t going to rush things. I was going to enjoy this, I was going to savour each and every moment.
I stopped behind her, unhooking her bra and letting the two sides fall away. I ran my hands up her spine, sliding to find the straps over her shoulders, to encourage them down. Then my hands moved on, onto her chest, my lips by her ear.
I reached into each cup, flicking the bra away, finding her nipples hard and hot against my palms. I stroked them only a single time before stepping back, moving to stand in front of her.
She shifted in place, looking on the verge of covering her chest with her hands. She managed to resist, though her trembling grew more pronounced.
I wasn’t gentle with her tights. While she was mine, she would wear stockings, one more way of owning her, of marking her as my property.
The tights were thin enough for me to tear from her body in a couple of fierce rips. That left only her shoes and her panties.
The ragged ends of the tights were on the floor like a shadow still caught inside her shoes. I ignored them. I liked her looking as if she’d been ravished before I’d even begun.
I knelt in front of her, running my fingers over her stomach, hooking into the waistband of her pure, virginal white panties. There was a damp spot between her legs, proof of how much she needed this. She needed to escape who she thought she was, become the real her, the submissive she was meant to be.
I lowered her panties so slowly, she let out a moan of impatience. That sound made me even hungrier for her and only my self control kept my desire in check.
I didn’t take her shoes off until she was laid on the bed. Only when the ropes were out of my case did I strip the last vestige of clothing from her. Apart from her necklace. I left that on. Somehow, she was more naked wearing that than in nothing at all.
Then I tied her to the bed, bound her in place on her front, ready for her punishment.
That first spank echoed around my mind afterwards, that first connection between the two of us.<
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Already her ass was turning red, the skin changing colour, proof of the power I had over her, the control I had, the fact that she was mine, branded as my personal property.
I spanked her again, harder this time, loving the feel of her skin against my hand. She screamed again, louder.
“Quiet!” I snapped. “Do you want to disturb the entire hotel?”
I had no idea how soundproof the room was. We were at the far end of the corridor on the top floor but that didn’t make us invincible.
Usually, I would do this at my house. It was not a common occurrence for me to take myself out of my comfort zone, spank someone for the first time in a hotel bedroom.
But circumstances had brought us both here as they had brought us both together in the first place. Destiny had created this situation and destiny would decide if anyone heard, if anyone complained about the noise.
Because she would soon make more noise. A lot more noise.
I walked over to the case, leaving her panting for breath while I rummaged for what I needed.
There it was. I picked it up. Solid steel, mushroom shaped, butt plug with jewel embedded in the flat base. The perfect shape and size for her.
The jewel matched those in her necklace, deep burning red. Her ass cheeks would be that colour soon.
I lubed the plug out of her sight. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted her to understand that I was in charge of her pleasure, of her body, of her entire being.
She had shouted at me in the past, in the world outside the hotel. She had snapped, she had thought I was afraid of her, that she was in charge.
She was about to see how far from the truth that was, how patiently I had waited for this moment, how things really were between us.
I straddled her thighs, looking down at her ass. It needed the plug in it. If I didn’t put the plug in there, my cock would fill her instead and I had no intention of doing that yet. I had so much more to do first.
