Isabella's Submission [Fate Harbor 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “What would you like to drink with your dessert? I have brandy or coffee.”

  “What do you have for dessert?”

  “Chocolate mousse cake.” After the wine, Isabella didn’t need any more alcohol.

  “Coffee will be fine. But why don’t I help you?” They worked together in the kitchen in companionable silence. She was really happy that her leg no longer ached. The doctor had been exactly right in his prognosis as to when the swelling and pain would be gone.

  Leif carried their desserts and coffee into the living room on a tray.

  “Isabella, why did you want to go back to your apartment today?” Leif asked calmly. She looked at him and put down her coffee. He didn’t look calm. She couldn’t read him.

  “Are you mad?”

  “I’m a lot of things.” He looked at her. He just kept looking at her. “When Sam told me you wanted to go back to Snoqualt, I was definitely angry, but I was also hurt. You were just not going to be here when we got back?” He didn’t sound hurt. He sounded angry. Oh God, he was right. How could she have even thought of leaving them without talking to them about it first? She looked around wildly, checking that all the plates and cups were on the coffee table, and launched herself at Leif.

  “I was scared.” She grabbed at the front of his shirt and relief crashed through her when his strong arms enfolded her. Isabella moaned as Leif threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling at her scalp, urging her face up, so that her mouth was perfectly angled for his to slam into it. The kiss hurt and healed, filling a need that had been building within her all day. She tried to edge closer, but he pulled her head back further, so that her throat was arched. He lifted his mouth, and looked down at her, his eyes glittering like diamonds.

  “You’re mine.”

  “I was so scared. This can’t be for real.”

  “This is as real as it gets.” Leif reached down, and pulled the red sweater free from the waistband of her skirt. It was over her head before she had a chance to blink. Her hair flew about in a storm of static. Her breasts were heaving. “This has got to go.” He used both hands to rip her bra apart and pull it off her. She felt a flood of cream rush from her vagina to coat her panties.

  “Jesus, Isabella, I can smell you.”

  “No!” Covering her breasts, she started to pull up her legs, because he must have smelled the scent of her arousal. As she rolled off the couch, he spread her out beneath him in under a second. She was pinned looking up at him, her arms in one of his hands above her head. Her skirt rode high up on her thighs with one of his legs shoved between them. She undulated closer to him while he squeezed her left breast in his other hand.

  “Stay still! Don’t move!” He squeezed her breast a fraction tighter and she moaned at the wonderful feeling. Then softer, sweeter, “Don’t you dare move, Isabella,” and Leif released her hands. He sank down and their lips met in a tender kiss, then he moved ever downward. His one hand remained on her breast, teasing her nipple to a peak of arousal, as his mouth suckled the other nipple, when she arched up. He stopped. “No, Isabella.” Again his words were silky. “No matter what, you must stay still. Can you do that for me, girl?” She sucked in her last deep breath.

  “Yes.” She let out a long sigh.

  “My good girl. Mine,” he whispered through his beautiful smile. His hand and mouth left her breasts, and soon her skirt was lifted and her panties were torn like her bra. He grasped her leg that was next to the back of the sofa, pushing it up and up and up until her heel was hooked over the edge and her other leg dangled off the side.

  “My cum. My cunt.” She didn’t know how many fingers he thrust up inside her, but it hurt so perfectly good. She didn’t move an inch. In and out he continued for the longest minutes of her life. She made no sound, made no move. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and tears trickled down her temples, but she obeyed.

  He looked up at her. “You tried to leave me, Isabella.” He used the voice of an angel. He pressed in, and then spread his fingers and slowly tried to pull out. The feeling was painfully sublime. She disobeyed him, clenching her internal muscles trying to keep him. Or was it to just increase the wondrous sensation?

  “Bad girl.” Nooo. Not bad. But he was smiling. She could see she had pleased him. Leif shifted, and then his chin lowered, glistening gold with two days’ growth of beard. The sound of her teeth snapping shut echoed through the room, as his golden bristles met the thin skin of her engorged clit. She let out a long whine, a hum that mixed with the wet sounds coming from her sex as he slammed in and out, his fingers thrusting and spreading and twisting.

  Then she exploded. She was arching, she was screaming, and before she could even breathe she found herself hanging upside down. She found herself on the bed before she even realized that she had been carried over Leif’s shoulder. Her skirt was yanked off and Leif was naked and sheathed in a condom, and then he was thankfully on top of her with her legs draped over his arms.

  “Are you ready?”

  “What?” What was he asking? Why was he making her wait? Was she supposed to be still? She slammed up to partially envelop him, but he made no move. “Leif, make it better,” she begged him. “I’m sorry I was going to leave. I was scared. I’m still scared. Please make it better, please just be in me and hold me.”

  “I can do that, baby. I can do that.” He gently slid the rest of the way in, until he was nestled into the back of her channel. She could finally breathe again. When he started to draw back, she gripped strongly at his arms.

  “Please, I’m sorry I was going to leave, don’t leave me.”

  “I just want to love you, Isabella. I’m not going to leave you.” She searched his crystalline eyes. They were ocean-blue now, not the hard blue of diamonds. She relaxed. There was a cadence to his movements that brought them both unimaginable comfort and pleasure. He took her higher and higher, and she pushed up and up, glorying in the slapping of his balls against her anus. Each impression anchored her in the now, assuring her that this was real, that she was being loved by the man that she would die for.

  * * * *

  When Leif returned from the bathroom with both wet and dry cloths, Isabella was watching him through narrowed eyes. He slid the warm washcloth over her forehead and temples, careful to not smear her makeup into her eyes. He took the other cloth and used it to soothe the rest of her body, enjoying the opportunity to care for her. She winced when he pressed it between her legs.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “No, Leif.” It was such an amazing gift knowing he could trust her to be honest. He parted the pretty pink folds of her pussy and grinned at the sight of her swollen clit. He looked up at her as he heard the sound of her rapid breathing.

  He continued bathing her, using the cloth to cool down her beautiful long legs. Only an adhesive bandage remained over her stitches, now that the swelling was gone. He knew that no matter how many years passed, his gut would still clench in fear whenever he saw those scars, remembering how Isabella had risked her life and how close he’d come to losing her. After drying all of the moisture from her body, he knelt on his haunches and cupped her cheek with one hand.

  “I need more tonight.”

  “I do, too, Leif.”

  “What can you handle?”

  “I don’t know.” She reached up and ruffled her fingers through the blunt ends of his close-cropped hair. “I promise to tell you if it gets to be too much, but I need this. This part of our relationship is becoming very necessary to me.” She was perfect. He brushed a kiss against her full lips, all trace of the red lipstick long gone, but the naturally deep, dusky rose of her lips was far more stunning.

  “Roll to the side of the bed.” There was no request in Leif’s voice, just command. When he brought the washcloths from the bathroom, he had also retrieved some special items from his duffel bag of toys. He intended to push her boundaries tonight. In fact, he wanted to push the both of them to reach for a new level of intimacy that would result in a
euphoria of submissiveness for her and dominance for him.

  She rolled twice, ending up on the side of the bed, on her stomach. He loved this supple view of her body. Her caramel skin glowed, her back a languid arch that curved into her succulent ass, rounded to perfection. It reminded him of the photographs he’d seen of Brazilian women parading in their skimpy, brightly colored costumes during Rio de Janeiro’s Carnival. The very thought of Isabella wearing one of those decorative thongs took him from a state of semi-arousal to hard as a spike. She was always making him hard, but that thought made sweat break out all over his body. Concentrate!

  He stripped the bedding, and unfurled the simulated mink fur across the mattress. He chose this soft pelt, anticipating that her body would soon need its soothing texture against her skin. “Roll back, Isabella, and put your hands over your head.” He used the same cuffs, but this time he connected them together and clipped them to a rope secured to the wrought iron headboard. His mouth went dry as this restraint thrust her breasts, which were already full and high, into an even more prominent display. The large cinnamon-colored areolas were a work of art, surrounding nipples that were thick, large and swollen. Unable to help himself, he swooped down and suckled hard.

  “Leif! Bite, please bite me.”

  “I’m in charge tonight, baby, and you’re going to love every fucking thing I do to you.” He watched as her eyes dilated and she slowly nodded.

  He let go, reached over to the night stand, and picked up a tiny bottle. Drowsed with passion, Isabella watched as he unscrewed the cap to a small vial, but showed him no real curiosity. She was lost in a world of her own, a world he was determined to expand.

  “What color are you, Isabella?”

  “Mmmm, I’m forest green, deep green.” She gave him a sultry smile.

  He poured a drop from the vial onto his forefinger, and then stroked it onto the skin of her inner wrist. He watched, looking for any kind of discoloration. He had already diluted the peppermint oil with lubricant.

  “Tell me if we get to yellow tonight and we’ll talk, okay, baby? I want to explore your boundaries, push you a little bit, please you.” He watched as her eyes lost a bit of their haze, but then it was back.

  “I trust you, Leif.” How could he not kiss her? Their breath mingled, their tongues tangled. He forced himself to break apart, then rolled her over so that she was still lying on the fur. He reached over to the nightstand again, selecting from the toys a hairbrush with stiff bristles, something that would leave only the redness of stimulation. He wanted something gentle enough not to mar her skin, but invigorating enough stay with her until the afternoon, reminding her that he had marked her as his. Leif knew that this experience would be more of a challenge to her mentally than physically. Both of them were now confident that Isabella enjoyed some sexual pain, and she would especially enjoy what he had planned first. Knowing her newness to anal play, Leif was looking forward to guiding her through the initial reluctance he anticipated from her.

  He reached over to the nightstand once more for the tempered glass plug. He considered using something suppler, but he loved the visual of the clear glass, and he knew that she would respond beautifully.

  “Caleb and I are going to make love to you together soon, Isabella. You know that, don’t you?” He spread and pushed her legs, so that she was as open to him as possible. Cum pulsed from her cunt at his words. He unsnapped a bottle of lubricant. The wet, glistening, pink opening was fragrant and tempting, so he shoved his thumb inside and was rewarded with a sigh. He swirled it around, coating it with her juices. He sucked them off his thumb and went back in for a second helping. This time when he pulled out, he smeared the glistening moisture onto the star of her puckered anus around and around. She didn’t make a sound, but her silence was an indication all its own.

  He stopped and Isabella remained as he left her, vibrating with need. The plug was flat on top, narrow at the bottom, but wide in the middle, though not as thick as either him or Caleb. It would help prepare her. He meant to take her ass tonight. He applied a lubricant that didn’t contain any peppermint. He was saving the peppermint lube for something else he had planned. He didn’t ask if she was ready, because that was part of the process. When she felt the smooth, rounded tip of the cool glass easily slide into her hole, her entire body shivered, but she maintained her silence. Leif pressed and pressed the plug until he finally reached her body’s resistance, that ring of muscle that tried to protect her body from being breached.

  “Isabella, answer me.” He didn’t ask the whole question, she knew. She knew what he was asking, as he kept pressing. He pressed for an answer, and he pressed against her body’s resistance. Silence.

  “Unacceptable.” He continued pushing steadily. This took nothing of his strength. It merely required a focused awareness on her tolerance as more pressure was applied.

  “Answer.”

  “I think, green.”

  “I don’t believe you.” He waited, she didn’t say anything, so he pressed just a little more. “Isabella.” His voice was sharp.

  “Yellow, I’m scared, Leif. But I want this, I so want this.” She shoved up against his hand and the plug was fully seated. Instantly he turned her over. They were nose to nose and she was gasping.

  “Never. You must never do something like that again. If you do, this stops. My ability to trust you to respond quickly and truthfully is just as important as your ability to trust me to honor your thresholds.” He watched as her eyes cleared, as she focused, as she understood. Tears welled.

  “I’m…I’m so sorry, Leif.” Relief poured through him. Isabella hadn’t done it to defy him. It hadn’t been a power game. She had just been in need.

  “It’s okay, baby.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you want to continue?”

  “So much. Oh, I want to so much.” He paused to check the inside of her wrist where he had applied the diluted peppermint oil, verifying there was no hint of irritation. He couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. He blew on the skin.

  “Ohhh.”

  “How does that feel, baby?” He watched once again as her eyes took on that opaque quality that informed him that she was beginning her descent into subspace.

  “It felt cool, but after you blew on it, it heated up. I don’t know how it feels. Blow again.”

  “No. We’re going to try something else.” He picked up the vial of peppermint oil and shook out a couple of drops, his gaze falling to the lush flesh of her breasts. “Caleb and I have talked about your breasts, Isabella.” He watched as she tensed up, he wasn’t surprised. With the lightest of touches he used his thumbs to smear the oil around and around her nipples, coating her generous areolas.

  “Just thinking of your breasts, of your nipples, of the beautiful cinnamon tips of your breasts get us excited. When we think of your tits, Isabella, we get hard.” He watched as she struggled to listen, to focus. She was totally immersed in the feelings bombarding her body, however, as Leif continued rubbing the oil into her sensitive skin with his circling thumbs. Under his hips, he felt Isabella writhing. Oh, she wasn’t used to having her ass filled, either. He blew on her breasts and she moaned. She was so good, she worked so hard not to speak, and that just relaxed him, sending him deeper into his own head. Carefully, he smoothed more oil around the base of her nipple, oh so careful not to touch the tip, to prevent it from seeping into the tiny entrance. She was now gripping her lips together, sucking them into her mouth, tiny whimpers escaping her throat. She was divine in her submission.

  He sat up and used one of the wet cloths to wipe his hands. He checked her shoulders, arms and wrists. “Isabella, are you okay? Where are you?” Her knees were bent and splayed, as she was rubbing her ass against the fur. Then she pushed her pelvis upward, and clenched, but he pressed down on her belly. “Isabella, what color are you?”

  “It stings.”

  “I know it does. What color are you? Do you want me to wipe it off?” She twisted up against his hand
and he spread out his fingers, enjoying the sensation of sinking them into her plush stomach as he pushed her back into the faux mink spread. “What color are you? What do you want?”

  “Green, Leif, I need to come. Please let me come.” She was panting, her eyes were closed and her head was rolling back and forth, causing her breasts to jiggle. He thrilled at the knowledge that her every movement fanned more air across her breasts, activating the peppermint oil and causing it to heat further. He leaned in to find her cunt wet and dripping, and took a long lick. Her cum tasted even better knowing it came from the bite of pain that he provided.

  “Yes, again, please, please, please.” Having this woman beg in need spiked his arousal even higher. He grabbed his cock, having to squeeze it to prevent his release. When was the last time he almost lost it like that? He couldn’t even remember. Isabella was writhing in front of him. His woman, whose body slowly thrashed in a delicious haze of sexual torment, was going to make him come like a fourteen-year-old boy.

  “Color?” he bit out.

  “Leaf green, Leif, green.” She wasn’t as far gone as he thought. He’d have to remedy that. He bent over her and blew a steady stream of air across both of her breasts. His Isabella let out a long wail and he parted the folds of her creaming sex, proving her pleasure to himself.

  “Baby, can you hear me?” Her head just thrashed from side to side. “Isabella.” Louder. He cupped her cheeks, steadying her and her eyes snapped open.

  “Be inside me, please Leif. Please Leif. I need you. I’m yellow without you.” He was yellow without her.

  “We’ll get there, I promise. You’re leaf-green, remember?” He turned her over and she moaned. He knew why. It was the decadent sensation of her nipples abrading the soft fibers of the bedspread. “Move, Isabella, I want you go slide your breasts against the fur.”