by Opal Carew
She smiled and kissed him again. “Yes, I would. But I’m sure that would never happen.” She stroked his shoulders. “I love it when you take control, and I know you would only do what brings us both pleasure.”
He took her in his arms again and kissed her tenderly. “I really love you.”
She stroked his hair from his face, her lips turning up in a broad smile. “I’m so happy right now.”
She snuggled against him again, and gazed up at him.
“So I’m going to be married to a rock star slash billionaire CEO slash Dominant?”
“That’s right. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, eyebrow arched upward.
She laughed. “Absolutely not.”
In fact, it sounded like heaven on earth.
Epilogue
Melanie held Storm’s hand as they walked along the stone path leading away from the huge Ranier country home. This was where Dane and Jessica were going to be married. The four of them were going to spend the weekend here to discuss plans for the upcoming wedding. It would also allow Dane and Storm to spend some brotherly time together, and for Melanie and Jessica to catch up.
Storm and Melanie had arrived a day early so Storm could show her around the impressive vacation home where he’d spent many happy summers. Shortly after they’d arrived and dropped their stuff off in the luxurious private suite in the huge house, Storm had insisted they go out and see the lake. He was like a little boy on his first day of summer vacation.
“I want to show you my favorite place in the world,” Storm said as they walked toward the glittering lake. “I had some of the best times of my life as a kid when our parents brought us here in the summer. A big reason was because our father joined us only on the weekends.”
Jessica squeezed his hand, knowing he must be thinking about the abusive times in the past with his father.
“But him not being here was only part of it,” Storm continued. “It was a time when Dane and I could just be little boys. We could actually forget about performing for our father and being perfect little Ranier men, and just be ourselves. It’s looking back on those times now that I realize that Dane had it just as bad as me. He didn’t have the physical beatings, but he had to be who Dad wanted him to be because that’s just how Dane is made.”
They walked past a stand of trees toward the water. They stepped from the stone path onto the grass, then toward a narrow sandy beach and a comfortable-looking park bench overlooking the water.
“You’re saying that he had to follow the rules someone else set for him,” Melanie said. “That seems so strange because he doesn’t answer to anyone now.”
“That’s right. His survival technique was to be the one who made the rules. And to me, that looked like he had become our father, but now I know he just wanted to become himself. Just like I did. But Dane has compassion and understanding. He proved that when he took my ideas for the business and implemented them. In a way, I was being like our father to him by being disappointed in how he ran the company before he even got started.”
They slowed as they approached the bench and she squeezed his hand again. “But he understood. He knew how much you needed to get away from that world. And now you’ve found a balance.”
He stopped and pulled her into his arms, a smile on his face. “I found that balance thanks to you.”
He kissed her, deeply and passionately, causing her toes to curl. She knew she would never get tired of feeling his big hard body against her, and his big protective arms around her.
His compelling blue eyes gazed deeply into hers. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be sitting in that corporate world instead of doing what I truly love: traveling with the band and performing in front of enthusiastic fans.”
She grinned. “You mean ones who flash their boobs at you?”
He grinned. “Yes, there are many perks to my job.” His hand slid up her side and he cupped her breast. “I have sexy groupies try to entice me into their beds.” His fingers caressed her, until her nipple blossomed into a hard nub, sending heat tingling through her. “And there’s this one that my drummer and the lead guitarist even share with me.” He pinched her aching nipple. “That’s pretty hot.”
“As I recall,” she said, her voice a little breathless as he began to stroke her other breast, “you only did that once and it shook you up a little.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, well I wasn’t as sure of myself back then.” He nuzzled her neck. “But that was so hot, I might see that happening again.”
She smiled impishly. “But what if the groupie doesn’t want to.”
“Ha!” He turned her around, still holding her close to his body and his hands covered both her breasts, caressing them firmly, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples, sending electric thrills through her. “I happen to know this groupie will do anything I tell her.” He slid one hand down her belly, then slipped the tips of his fingers under her jeans, sending her pulse skyrocketing. “Isn’t that right?”
When she said nothing, still trying to catch her breath, he slid deeper, his fingers gliding under her panties and one dipping into her slick folds.
“Isn’t that right?” he murmured again, against her ear.
“Yes, sir.” The words came out hoarse and breathy as his fingers stroked her, then she gasped as his fingertip brushed her clit.
He laughed and drew his hand from under the denim. He gazed out over the water where she assumed little Rafe and Dane had gone swimming together as children.
“When I was a teenager, I always dreamed of going skinny-dipping here with a girl.” He pointed toward the lake. “See the big rock out there?”
She nodded at the sight of a large rock pushing about a half foot from the water, the exposed surface big enough to sit on.
“We used to swim out there as kids. When I got older, and taller,” he grinned, “I found the water only reached my chest. In fact, I realized that it was the perfect place to … oh, let’s say get traction.”
“You mean if a couple wanted to get down and dirty in the water?”
“That’s right.” He turned her around to face him again and pressed her an arm’s length from him. “Now take off your clothes,” he commanded.
Her breath caught. Storm had been practicing his newly found dominant abilities with breathlessly exciting results. When he used that firm authoritative tone with her, she melted.
She stripped off her shirt, dropping it to the grass, then unfastened her jeans and let them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them, shivering in excitement at what was to come. Thank God they had come to the house a day early, so there was no one else around, because she was sure even if the house had been teeming with people who might spy them out by the lake, she still would have stripped just as quickly if he commanded it.
He watched intently as she unfastened her bra. When she pulled it from her body, his hot gaze brushed across her nipples like a physical caress. She pushed down her tiny panties and pulled them off, then handed them to him as he liked her to do.
He smiled and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans.
“Sit down on the bench.”
She sat down on the wooden surface, the smooth wood cool against her skin.
He knelt in front of her. “I want to lick you. Where would you like me to do that?”
She knew exactly where she wanted him to lick her, but she didn’t want to say, “Down there.”
At her hesitation, he grinned. “Baby, I want to hear you talk dirty. I want to hear you use those dirty words you wouldn’t ordinarily say.”
She nodded, but still couldn’t quite bring herself to say certain words, so she said, “I want you to lick my breasts.”
He chuckled. “You can do better than that.” He stroked over one hard nipple and said, “Repeat after me. ‘I want you to squeeze my tits.’”
A quiver fluttered down her spine. “I want you to squeeze my tits,” she repeated obediently.
He stroked her breasts, th
en squeezed lightly, his thumbs dabbing at her hard nipples.
“Now say ‘I want you to suck my tits.’”
“I want you to suck my tits,” she repeated, stumbling a little over the last word.
He leaned forward and covered one hard, aching nipple with his mouth and drew deeply. She sucked in a breath at the exquisite pleasure.
“Now what would you like me to do?” he asked, eyebrow raised.
“I want you to … uh…” she was wet and slick between her legs and wanted him there.
He chuckled. “Say ‘I want you to lick my cunt.’”
She bit her lower lip. “I don’t really like that word.” But she knew she’d say it if he commanded it.
He nuzzled her neck. “Because it makes you feel dirty, right?”
She gazed at him and nodded.
“Okay, then say ‘I want you to lick my pussy.’”
“I…” Her cheeks flushed. “I want you to lick my pussy.”
He grinned broadly. “Very good.” He stood up and took her hand, then drew her to her feet, too.
“But … I thought you were going to … ah…”
He laughed. “Still need a little work, I see.” He kissed her lightly. “I rather like this repeat-after-me game.”
He sat down on the bench. “Kneel in front of me.”
She knelt on the grass in front of him.
“Say ‘I want to…’”
“I want to…”
“‘… feel your big cockhead…’”
Her gaze dropped to the bulge forming under his jeans. “… feel your big cockhead…”
“‘… in my mouth as I suck you.’”
He took her hand and placed it on his hard erection. Then he guided her to unzip the pants. She reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his shaft.
“… in my mouth as I suck you.” She drew out his big cock and wrapped her lips around him, then sucked.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned and cupped her head, then stilled it as she started to move on him. “Now say ‘I want to…’”
She drew away from him, smiling at the effect she had on him. “I want to…”
“‘Feel your huge cock drive deep into me…’”
“Feel your huge cock drive deep into me…” she repeated. And, God, she ached for him to do that.
“‘While you fuck me hard against the rock.’”
Oh, yeah.
“While you fuck me hard against the rock.” The words came out a little breathless and her hold tightened on his cock.
To her surprise, he grasped her wrist and drew her hand away.
“Now say ‘I want to…’”
“I want to…” Anticipation shot through her. She couldn’t wait for him to drive into her, but would play this game as long as he wanted her to.
“‘… ask you to…’” he said his eyes glowing.
“… ask you to…” She smiled.
“‘… marry me.’”
“… marry me,” she repeated automatically before the words fully registered. Then her eyes widened as she realized what she’d just said.
“I … but…” she stammered.
His lips turned up in a grin. “So ask me, then.”
“I … don’t understand.” Had he just proposed?
He took her hand and kissed it. “I proposed to a woman once, down on my knees, and it did not go well.” He shrugged. “I thought this time, I’d turn it around.”
She gazed into his intent blue eyes and realized he really did want her to ask him.
Her heart swelled. She wanted to ask him. Because she wanted to be with him forever.
She took his hand and pressed it to her chest, gazing at him solemnly. “Storm, feel my heart beating. It’s pounding because I want you. Every time we’re together I’m filled with need and intense desire. That’s because I want you so much. In every way. Not just in my bed. But in my life. You are my hero in everything you do, and I know that with your help I am growing into who I truly want to be.”
She raised his hand to her lips and kissed his palm, then entwined her fingers with his. “Please, Storm. Will you marry me?”
He laughed joyfully, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his lips moving with passion. Then suddenly, he bent down and threw her over his shoulder and stood up. Still fully dressed he waded into the water, his hand stroking her behind.
She laughed at the craziness of it all. “You haven’t answered me, Storm.”
As he continued to walk, his fingers glided along her exposed slit, sending sparks through her.
“I know. Be patient, my love.” Then he glided a finger inside her and she sucked in air.
He slowed and she found herself tipped back, then she was sitting on that big rock he’d pointed out earlier. It pressed against her aching folds. She squirmed a little.
Storm laughed again and spread her knees wide.
“I want to lick you. Where would you like me to do that?”
Her lips turned up in a grin. This time she wouldn’t let him distract her. “I want you to lick my pussy.” She felt strange saying that word, but using it made her feel wicked and sexy. Really bad-ass, like a biker, rocker chick should be.
Storm laughed and drove his tongue into her. It swirled in her passage, then his finger slipped inside her and he licked upward, then fluttered the tip of his tongue against her clit. She clung to his head, holding him against her.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he said as he pulled her forward. She sank into the water, her back gliding along the flat, vertical wall of the rock. When she was deep enough, she felt Storm’s hard cockhead press against her, then he drove inside her, crushing her to the rock. She wrapped her legs around his body and he pushed deeper still. For a moment, they just stood there, him fully immersed in her, in a timeless moment of pure intimacy.
Then he drew back and drove forward again.
“You asked me a question a few minutes ago,” he said.
God, he was right. How had she almost forgotten? Then he pulled back and drove into her again.
Oh, yeah. That’s how.
“What do you want my answer to be?” He nuzzled her neck as he drew back, slowly this time, his wide cockhead dragging along her sensitive, inner passage.
“I want you to say—”
He suddenly drove deep and she gasped the word, “Yessss!”
He chuckled, then picked up the pace, thrusting. In and out. Impaling her over and over. Driving her hard against the rock. His big, muscular body crushing her against it, then pulling back again.
“Storm. Tell. Me,” she said, each word punctuated by a thrust.
She was so close, pleasure rising in her, swelling to incredible heights. “Will. You. Ohh…”
He thrust hard and deep, his breathing labored.
“Marry.” Thrust. “Me?”
His jaw clenched and he ground her hard against the rock.
Then he groaned out the word, “Yes.” His whole body was crushed tight against her, and she could feel him erupt inside her. “God, yes.”
The joy bursting through her almost sent her to orgasm, but then he began to move again, pushing her pleasure higher and higher. She clung to his shoulders as he drove deep and hard, like a rhythmic piston.
She felt the overwhelming wave of ecstasy grip her and she moaned, then exploded into a blissful eruption of pure joy. Tears welled from her eyes as the world expanded to an infinite source of delightful, mind-melting pleasure.
As she sank back to the physical world, she leaned her head against Storm’s shoulder, her legs still wrapped around him, and simply enjoyed the protective closeness of his big, strong body. Right now she was between a rock and a hard place, and life had never been so good.
“Does this mean you and I are now engaged?” She pressed her lips to his shoulder, tracing the line of one of his tattoos.
“As a matter of fact it does.” He kissed the top of her head, then stepped back, still hold
ing her close.
She straightened her legs and then he scooped her up and carried her toward the beach.
Once on shore, he settled her onto the grass. “Come on. I have something for you back at the house.”
* * *
After a quick shower together, Melanie and Storm settled into the living area in his private suite, still in their robes.
“I wanted to get you a special gift and I know how much you like nail polish,” he said.
She nodded with a smile.
“But,” he went on, “since I gave Jessica a bottle of nail polish to express my love, I wasn’t quite sure how to make this more special than that. So it occurred to me. Jessica wanted something inexpensive, that didn’t use the Ranier wealth. You haven’t put any such requirement on me, so I went out to buy the most unique bottle of nail polish that exists. Something that is one of a kind, just like you are.”
Melanie took the small box, wrapped in black glossy paper with a white bow. She unwrapped it carefully, ensuring she didn’t tear the paper.
Storm grinned. “You know, it’s the gift inside that’s special, not the paper.”
She nodded, but proceeded with care. Inside she found an elegant black box. She opened it, and gasped.
She’d seen this bottle in many blog posts. It was one of a kind. Everything about it said diamonds. The bottle was faceted. The polish was infused with diamonds. And even the platinum cap was studded with diamonds.
“But this one bottle costs—”
“It’s not polite to discuss how much it cost.” His eyes glittered with amusement because neither of them much cared about politeness in that way. “Anyway, a large portion goes to charity.”
A part of her felt she should reject it. It was too extravagant. Too insanely extravagant.
But Rafe Ranier could afford it, and if she rejected that … if she rejected his wonderful gesture which was based on him wanting to give her something very special, wouldn’t that in a small way be rejecting him?
