The Power of Sunday Rose

by Angelina J. Windsor

  “Off to the dungeon.”

  “Dun…dungeon.” My voice wavered. I eyed him fearfully. Was I still acting?

  In response he spun me into his arms, threw me over his shoulder and headed for the closet. I flailed at his back, hitting him with my clenched fists. He gave me a slap on my ass. It stung. Inflamed me.

  He stood me upright in the dungeon against a narrow wooden pole that ran from floor to the ceiling and came equipped with handcuffs just above my head. With a wolfish grin he pulled my hands above my head, my front pressed against the board and snapped the cuffs in place.

  “Please, please, I don’t know if I can handle—”

  He interrupted my whimper with a growled threat. “You can and you will. Unless you want another to take your place.”

  I bit my lip and my eyes widened as he strode out of view. What was he doing? What did he have planned?

  A silk cloth was tied over my eyes. Moisture flowed from me. I pulled against the cuffs but they held me tight. My breathing hitched. He pulled my legs wide apart and attached my ankles to concrete rings built into the floor.

  “No! You mustn’t. I will be spoiled, unable to make a marriage match if you take my virginity.”

  “Don’t pretend with me, princess. You want this. I can see your arousal on your thighs. Before this night is through you will be willing to do all manner of things. Let the dark side take you over. Embrace it. It is what you want, what you need and I am just the master to help you embrace your darkest pleasure.”

  I gulped. His voice was colder, distant, determined to push my limits.

  A swoosh through the air and the quivering flesh of my ass was hit with hard leather. I strained against the blow. My nostrils flared, breathing my own sharp arousal. Pleasure-pain riveted me. My nipples became diamond hard. I thrust my breasts out, too proud to beg again.

  “I want all of you. Give me all your passion and let me make you my own.”

  He was going further than I intended. He was writing a new chapter. Less certain now, I bit my lips. But the words had lit a fire inside that desperately needed to be stoked.

  “I want to own you. Make you mine so that you beg for release.”

  I trembled in the bindings, waiting for the next strike, dreading it, wanting it, craving it. Who was I? Remember you have a safe word.

  The leather crackled and then my ass felt its bite. It smarted and I swallowed hard.

  “What have I done to offend you, my lord?” I asked.

  “You are unwilling to give all of yourself to me,” he snarled. “I want you begging for it.”

  My eyes popped open under the silk covering. We were playacting, right?

  “Never!” The imp in me rose and challenged him. What the fuck. Who the hell was I?

  My ass immediately smarted as the leather was applied again and heat rose in me.

  “I warn you. I can give much more than you can take. Do you promise to obey me in all things?”

  Obey. Not a word in my vocabulary.

  I remained silent.

  “Do you promise to obey, princess? Or do I have to resort to more desperate measures? Because I promise I will make you obey my every wish before this week is over.”

  I stubbornly remained silent.

  His breath brushed my ear. “I’m going to fuck you five ways from Sunday if you promise to obey me,” he whispered.

  I swallowed hard. Yes, please.

  “But my lord, I am a virgin,” I pretended to protest. This was more like it.

  Heat exploded in my center as his fingers brushed my nipples, tweaking the distended peaks. Swollen. Lack of sight made it all that more erotic.

  One more swoosh through the air and heat embraced my ass, sending pleasure signals to my clit.

  “Yes, yes, my lord, I will obey you.”

  “Ah, princess, that pleases me, very much. Time for your well-earned reward.”

  His fingers outlined my breasts. His tongue ran up between them before he grasped a nipple in his mouth and tugged hard. I moaned. His fingers tortured my other nipple and my cunt dripped with need. I was losing it.

  “God, please, fuck me! I’m going crazy. Have mercy on me.”

  He had no mercy.

  His tongue swept down my belly and right into my slit. My heart stopped. He thrust his tongue into me, using his fingers to stretch my lips wide apart. His tongue circled my clit and then he sucked hard on it. I screamed with pleasure, pushing myself against his mouth.

  His tongue swept along my channel in huge swipes. I lifted off the post, my pussy convulsing with pleasure. He was merciless, licking and lapping up all the juices, holding me tightly to his greedy mouth. He tugged on my clit with his lips and pushed two fingers into me, finger-fucked me. I thrashed my head back and forth, desperate for release from the torture.

  I was shameless. I gave him full access to my cunt. Gave him all he wanted and he took more. He thrust his tongue into me and I couldn’t breathe. He ate me as if I was addictive candy and he would never get enough. My body surrendered. An orgasm exploded as he sucked down hard on my clit, sending waves of pleasure from the very center of me. Fireworks exploded in my brain. Drained, I hung from the post gasping for breath.

  “Touch yourself. Feel your wet and open cunt. Show it to me.”

  I gulped and reached tentatively down to do as he asked. As I pulled my lips apart and felt the hot slickness, he braced himself between my thighs and thrust his huge cock into me in one full delicious motion of his hips, sending stabs of pleasure vibrating through me. My breasts felt swollen and heavy and he began to massage them and thumb the nipples as he thrust in and out of me at ever-increasing speed until I was dizzy with desire. The inner walls of my pussy began to ripple with the need for a new climax.

  “Not yet,” he growled and pulled out. A soft mewing escaped my throat. My body felt bereft without the plush fullness stretching me and sending my senses tumbling toward the abyss.

  He undid my restraints and picked me up as if I were weightless and bore me to the bed still blindfolded.

  “Ah, princess, you are so receptive. I want to rut with you again. But I have another way in mind.”

  He was reciting the words from my story! I stilled at his dangerous tone while I remembered what I’d written next. Like a ragdoll he picked me up by the hips and swung me over onto my knees, my backside high in the air with my thighs wide apart.

  He turned me over on my stomach, pulling my hips toward him and I knew what was about to happen. I tried to squirm away and he pulled me back tightly, his arms rigid as steel. After all he was doing it with explicitly written permission.

  “So wet, so needy,” he murmured as he pushed two thick fingers up inside my channel and began to push them in and out in quick succession. It felt so good. I pushed back against his fingers, thrilling at the sensation. I felt something cool touch between the cheeks of my ass and I realized he was applying some type of lubricant. This was for real. He smoothed around the tiny quaking bud of my asshole and I shivered with trepidation. Could I really handle this? My heroine had but she wasn’t real…

  I felt the thick end of his massive cock push gently but firmly into me a small ways, the violation stealing my breath away. Could I really do this? My body was on high alert, so apprehensive I felt frozen in place. And yet so wanting to experience it with this man. This was the time.

  “Relax, my beautiful princess,” he said in a gentler tone and I let my body go limp. Slowly, inch by inch, he invaded my virginal territory. One finger drummed against my clit and two others pushed in and out of me, curving against my G-spot. The exquisite sensation helped ease the invasion until he was fully seated against my ass. I was so full, so vulnerable, and so turned-on I was dripping wet. Heavenly. He began to ease himself carefully in and out of me, then getting bolder to the point I could hear the sweet sucking sound our bodies made as we rode each other hard. Oh…so…hard…

  “My beautiful princess. You are a needy one. I will enjoy many,
many nights of pleasuring your tight little body.”

  I barely caught Adam’s gasped words, but I recognized them. I should. I’d written them, and spoken by Adam as he was living them, bringing them to life, they thrilled me.

  In a writhing crescendo of need we fucked until I lost sight of where I ended and Adam began.

  “Open up. Take it all. Come for me!”

  He exploded as I drenched his fingers with my cream. He followed me into orgasm, my ass heating from within as his cum filled the condom. We fall down together onto the bed. Exhausted. He dealt with the condom and gathered me tenderly into his arms. I was unable to move a muscle. Boneless. I floated above my body, a strange sensation. I gazed up at him tenderly, enjoying the quiet moment. Seeing he was as satiated as I was reward enough.

  “You are becoming very special to me, Sunday Rose Stark. You’re the real deal. From the tip of your beautiful hair to the bottom of your perfect tiny feet, I desire you.” The tenderly serious look in his eyes sent a flash of doubt racing through me.

  “This is for one week only unless you want to be fuck-buddies.” The words were out of my mouth in an instant and I saw him grow still with the reminder, his eyes slitting.

  He broke the spell by swinging me up and over onto his lap, facedown, and giving me a swat with his open palm.

  “Hey! What’s the deal?” I immediately protested, squirming to get away.

  “You need reminding of who’s the boss.” His voice changed, an edge developing in a split second.

  A second slap was sterner than the first and I startled. He hit harder than before. He gave me a few more whacks and I had to take it. As my ass heated, for some strange reason I felt I had earned them. I was rejecting everything but this intense sexual attraction.

  He pushed his whole hand up between my clenched thighs, cupping the heat. I was uncertain how I felt, half-excited, half-mortified.

  “Mine,” he said, his tone ice-cold.

  I was riveted by the power emulating from him. I had forgotten who he was. I lowered my eyes and gave him a timid look, certain we were playacting once more.

  “Yes, m’lord, I am yours to do with what you wish.”

  “Place your hands at the back of your neck.”

  The look of satisfaction he gave me assured me all was forgiven as I did what he said. I let my thighs fall wantonly apart and gave him full access, my breasts jutting forward. He pushed two fingers up inside me, stretching and filling me and began to finger-fuck me in earnest as he massaged my throbbing clit. Then he added a third finger. I swallowed hard, stretched and completely vulnerable. Being submissive, having to allow myself to enjoy handing over the power only added to my arousal. My pussy clenched and my release hit in undulating waves, taking my breath away.

  I fell limply across his lap as he finished. Spent. More satisfied than I had ever been in my life. I loved him invading my body, making me give all I had to him.

  “Time for a bath,” he announced, setting me back on my feet.

  He took me by the hand and led me to a room off the main chamber of the dungeon. It housed a fully functioning bathroom with a huge tub equipped with water jets. He ran the water as I watched and the tub filled in a matter of minutes, the steam rising off the bubbling water.

  Pulling me over to the tub, he helped me in and then placed himself behind me, his legs straddling mine. It was soothing to lie back against his chest. The water enveloped and lapped at us, jets stirring the water into frothy bubbles. Even my heated tush was soothed. Adam took a handful of fragrant body wash and rubbed it across my breasts, lathering them and then tweaking the ends of the nipples as they lengthened and budded from his manipulations. I moaned from the pleasure, arching my body as my head rested on his broad chest. His hand dipped lower and he thoroughly cleaned my pussy, swiping the cloth between the folds.

  “Mine,” he reiterated.

  “Yours,” I smiled, my eyelids closing with supreme contentment. For now.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dawn found us still in the dungeon bed. I awoke first. Gazing down at Adam, I tucked a thick lock of rich brown hair back from his forehead. He looked younger and contented, so different than the warlord of last night. It struck that he was starting to mean more to me than I had expected. I had entered into this deal so blithely. The fact that I would be leaving him soon tugged at my heart. Perhaps we could still date after the week was over? He had once suggested it. But was that likely or reasonable? We both had busy, full lives and such different lives to lead. It was confusing. I fidgeted, my mind unsettled. My involuntary movements woke Adam.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he said, his hand coming up and his finger lightly tracing the side of my face. “How can anyone look so beautiful in the morning?” he asked in wonder.

  I blushed.

  “You’re good, Adam!” I lightly teased and added before my brain became fully engaged, “I could see how a woman could fall for you.”

  Hope blazed in his eyes, confusing me further.

  “And you probably say that to all the girls!” I quipped and sat up.

  He tugged me back to him and took hold of my chin to stare directly into my eyes.

  “You’re not just any girl.” He took procession of my mouth, pressing his lips to mine. “You’re my woman. Remember your promise.” His voice deepened with his words.

  I scooted away from him as he released me, pinning a bright smile to my face. “I want to check on Julie this morning.”

  “No more taxis. I’m putting a driver at your disposal.”

  My eyebrows rose at his firm declaration. I turned back at the doorway to the bathroom. “Okay, thanks. That’s very kind of you.”

  “I’m not ‘kind’, beautiful, I take what I want.”

  His eyes assessed me, his tone held a warning. Were we back in character? My life was certainly becoming ever more confusing. I bit my lip, nodded and closed the bathroom door behind me. I needed a moment alone.

  I had a quick shower and donned one of the thick white robes hanging from a chrome rack. By the time I finished and reentered the room, Adam was gone. I padded my way back to the elevator and upstairs to my bedroom.

  Dressed in jeans and a blouse a few minutes later, I headed for the kitchen, needing one of Martha’s superb breakfasts. On the way I took out my phone and called Julie. No answer. I frowned. Perhaps it was too early.

  Adam was eating his breakfast in the dining room as I entered the room. I gave him a quick look but his demeanor was calm. I slid onto a chair by his side, wincing slightly. He looked fresh from the shower, his hair still damp. I longed to run my hands through it, bring my mouth up to his and thrust my tongue inside his warm mouth. I recalled our actions from the night before and blushed. I had no idea that I could enjoy a sexual fantasy involving bondage and whipping. My body remembered it very well.

  “Penny for your thoughts.”

  I startled. I did not want him knowing my exact thoughts at this moment. Hell, I didn’t even know my exact thoughts.

  I gave him a bright smile. “Just wondering what kind of story I should write today. Maybe something about harems and dancing girls—”

  “No need for more stories, Sunday Rose. You are more than enough just as you are. Just be yourself around me. I want to get to know the real you.”

  His words startled me. I thought that playacting was part of his game. I noted the use of the name my mother preferred and wondered if there was a message in there somewhere.

  “I just thought you might like to get in as much fun this week as possible,” I replied.

  He said nothing as Martha came bustling into the room and gave me a welcoming smile.

  “Sunday, you look beautiful as the morning sunrise. What can I get you?”

  “Just juice, thanks.”

  Adam gave me a scandalized look. “You need to eat more than that.”

  I didn’t want a fuss, though I smiled inwardly at Adam’s need for control. He was just a wolf in sheep’s clothing today
. “I’ll have some yogurt and a banana.”

  Martha hurried off and was back in record time and set a bowl in front of me with an approving smile.

  I spooned up the yogurt and watched Adam finish his breakfast. He had some appetite this morning. I was at least somewhat responsible. That made me rather smug.

  “Thank you for being there last night,” I ventured.

  “It was the least I could do. Your friend was in need. Have you talked with her this morning yet?”

  “No, but I’m going round to see her anyway.”

  He nodded. “Good idea. I was thinking, how about meeting me for a late lunch?”

  His suggestion surprised me.

  “I don’t know how long I’ll be with Julie, but I could text you.”

  “Good.” He threw down his napkin and leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be in touch. Have a nice day, beautiful.”

  I watched him walk away. He was a tall, confident man and had a panther-like stride that made him sexy as all get-out. Definitely my prototype for a dream guy. I mean, if I wanted or needed a dream guy.

  My phone buzzed. Julie. Perfect.

  “Hey, how are you? Up to a visit this morning?”

  “Sure, sounds good. I’m home now. The hospital released me after I saw their psychiatrist this morning. Apparently I’m in ‘releasable’ shape. Jason picked me up and drove me home.”

  “Good, I’ll be there shortly.”

  I rang off, about to call a taxi when I remembered Adam’s directive. I drifted into the kitchen and found Martha tidying up from breakfast.

  “Hey, sunshine. What are you up to today?”

  “Off to visit my friend Julie but I was told by Adam I was to be driven instead of taking a taxi.”

  “I’ll alert James.”

  Too perfect, a limo driver named James. Home, James. I mean, it just had to come to mind.

  Martha spoke briefly into the intercom, “James, Miss Stark requires your services.”

  She turned back to me. “He’ll meet you out front.”

  I smiled my thanks and went back to my room to get my purse. Tonight Adam was treating the whole Russo entourage to an evening at the prestigious Casino Royale. I had been instructed to dress to the nines and be prepared for an evening of pure fun. Another once-in-a-lifetime adventure to store away in my memory box. Sadness at the realization that in a couple of days all of this would be just a memory swept over me. I stubbornly shook it away.