Sadistic Master Bundle (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance)

by Dalia Daudelin

  The gentle knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie. "Mel? Everything okay?"

  "Oh, sorry. I didn't…I lost my train of thought. Just thinking about the past couple weeks."

  "It's been busy, I know. But we've got this."

  Melody pressed her face into the crook of her husband's neck and breathed in his scent. He smelled good. Like a man should, she thought. A few more seconds of comfort, she thought, and then she'd be ready. Victor gave her all the time she needed.

  Melody pulled back and flashed a smile, grabbing her purse as she walked through the door.

  "Waiting on you," she teased as Victor came up behind.

  The drive was short, but she wanted to be there now. Whatever made her so excited, she couldn't put her finger on. It was just a fair, and she'd been to dozens. But it seemed like this one was special somehow. Their first fair together, as man and wife. Melody liked the sound of that. Husband and wife. Mr and Mrs Franklin.

  The fair was quiet, but it was a Thursday afternoon. Friday was the real day to go—but the quiet was what they had been hoping for. They could've waited if they wanted a crowd, but they had both agreed that some downtime would be great—rather than having to deal with a totally different form of stress.

  As Victor paid for their tickets, Melody couldn't help looking around, trying to figure out what she was going to do next. The Ferris wheel had always been her favorite, and she knew that Victor liked the fast rides. Matterhorn, or whatever they were calling it here. She smiled. As Victor came up with tickets, fitting an armband around her wrist, she told him her plans.

  "So…let me see if I get it. You want to do…" He made an exaggerated show of thinking, "the Ferris wheel," he counted a finger. "The Ferris wheel again," he counted another, "then the Ferris wheel?" He nodded. "I got you."

  "That's no fair," Melody moaned, "I only wanted to go on it three times, or five times. Four times isn't right."

  "How could I have been so foolish, I'm sorry. Only three or five, of course. Four would have been the height of folly."

  "That's right," Melody said, with a mockingly judicious attitude.

  As she said it, they came up to the Ferris wheel, showed their wrist-bands to the attendant, and waited to be guided onto a car. Melody always liked it here, at fairs, and she liked it best on the Ferris wheel. At first, because you can see for so far—but then, because she realized that she always thought best high up, able to see for miles in every direction. It was only too bad she couldn't have lived in a tent on top of a mountain.

  They crawled in; the cars in this wheel weren't designed for two sides, just a couple, and perhaps a child between them. The thought sparked Melody, not for the first time in the past months. Even in the lead-up to the wedding she'd been thinking about kids, trying to drop little hints as best she could that she was more than looking forward to it, if you please.

  She wasn't sure if Victor didn't feel ready, or hadn't picked up on her hints, but she knew just how she was going to force the issue. It wasn't even going to be that hard. They rarely used condoms; he pulled out, and he was pretty good about it.

  All she had to do was get on top, and when he started in with the ol' "babe, I'm about to cum," she'd push down. He'd get her off of him if he really wanted to, she knew. He was strong, and she wasn't weak either, but there are limits to what a small woman can do. The plan made good sense, and it would be easy. He loved her on top.

  The carnival was a terrible idea, she thought. Now all she could think about were children, the kids that she and Victor would have. The thought of having kids, all of a sudden, made her think more still. But this time it wasn't with her head any more.

  No, the thought of kids, sitting with her body pressed against Victor's in the tight cabin—now she was thinking about making them. She leaned over and pressed a kiss against Victor's neck. He cocked his head away, giving her more room to play with, and she kissed another spot, closer to his adam's apple.

  "Now, now, babe. Everyone's gonna see, don't be gettin' too crazy."

  The cage wasn't big enough, either. Not for what she wanted. Melody forced herself back down, wrapping her arms around his elbow.

  They got down and walked around a little bit, seeing what they had on offer. They took a turn on the teacups, went on another thrill ride or two that made her a little woozy, and started towards the row of stalls that made up the games and attractions.

  And then, all of a sudden, Melody realized that her baby plan was foolish. Immature. She hadn't been thinking—this was the right plan.

  "Hey, Vic, you see those milk bottles over there?"

  "Yeah,"

  She tried to make her face as neutral as possible; it wouldn't do to have him catching on before the trap was sprung. "You think I could knock 'em down?"

  "Honey, you know a lot of these places cheat, right? Glue the bottles down and stuff."

  "No, I bet you I could do it."

  "Bet me what?"

  "I dunno. Five bucks?" She allowed herself the smallest smile. She was looking into the sun; he wouldn't think she was doing anything but squinting, she hoped.

  "Okay, then. Five bucks it is." He peeled a few one dollar bills out of his pocket and signaled the attendant. A young man, college-aged, wandered over and explained the whole arrangement. Three throws for two dollars, if you knock the bottles down you get a prize from this wall. Of course, no explanation of how to get the giant stuffed animals on display.

  Victor picked up the balls and cradled them all in a pile, then handed one over to his wife. She pulled back and threw, overhand. And, she knew, she threw it like a girl. Missed by a mile. She'd never knock down the jugs, not even if the game was completely fair. But that wasn't the point.

  "No, you have to hit the bottles," Victor teased.

  Melody set her jaw and focused. Another overhand throw, like a girl. This time she made a dramatic windup, though. Missed again, and not near hard enough. Again.

  "You sure about this? We can call off the bet."

  Melody took in a deep breath and snorted in what she hoped seemed like frustration. "No, I can do this!"

  "You’re sure?"

  She used her angry voice. Had to be sure the play would work. "Fine, you want to raise the stakes? If you’re not too scared, that is."

  Victor looked at her sideways. "Fine, name the bet."

  "One request. The winner gets to make any request of the loser," she said, leaning over so her husband got a good shot down the top of her dress. "And the loser can't refuse."

  It was a tempting offer, she knew. There had been plenty of things that he'd been wanting her to do, but he hadn't asked, so she hadn't brought it up either. He licked his lips unconsciously as he considered. Then he put his hand out. "Deal."

  Melody shook his hand, then held out her hand for the last ball. Finally, she could start being serious. She was pretty sure she could do it in one—but hey, if he wanted to get adventurous in the bedroom, she wasn't going to stop him. But if this worked…

  She took a deep breath in and tried to calm her nerves. It had been a few months, but as she reached out into her mind for the motion, it came as easily as if she'd been practicing every day for the past month. She took a few steps back from the booth, holding the ball low behind her back. Closed her eyes for a moment, to steady herself.

  Then the motion began, hard and fast, a wide swinging arc that ended underarm. It moved through the stall like a bullet, and though she was several feet clear of the attendant and he reacted several seconds late, he stepped back to avoid it. The bottles made a loud clatter like bowling pins as they smacked together against the back wall.

  Melody smiled and turned towards her husband. Just like she'd always done it. She held out her hand to accept her winnings.

  Victor smiled and shook his head, reaching into his pocket. He peeled a bill off the fold, and held it up. "I should've known that you had something up your sleeve the minute you started raising the stakes."

  "I
was the ace pitcher for my college softball team." Melody finally let the calm exterior she had been trying to maintain slip. "You knew that."

  "I guess I just underestimated you," he answered, pulling his wife into his arms and pressing a chaste kiss on her lips.

  "Now," she said, kissing him back, "about that favor."

  "Oh, you're cashing that in now? Here I thought I was going to be cleaning the whole house, or painting the living room."

  "Oh, no. You'll like this one."

  Melody looked around. There were dozens of people walking up and down the row of stalls, but as far as she could tell nobody was watching them right now. She grabbed Victor's hand and pulled him behind the tent. There was a short wall, she knew, and in front of it a thick wall of foliage.

  She checked both ways again, and once she was satisfied that nobody would see, she took him through the bushes, giggling the whole way. It was like they were teenagers again, sneaking and skulking around to see how far they could go without getting caught.

  "What's this all about?"

  "You have to give me a baby, right here."

  "A baby? Honey…"

  "Nope! No refusals, you know the rules." She hoped he wouldn't test it; she wanted him to say yes, but more than that she wanted him to accept without her forcing him.

  His brows knitted together in concern, and she went up on her toes to press a kiss onto his lips, more forceful than the ones they'd shared in the street.

  "Please?"

  He smiled, finally. "You're serious?"

  "I've never been more serious before in my life."

  "You've been planning this, haven't you?"

  "Well…" Melody looked bashful. "I had a plan, but this wasn't it."

  "Oh?"

  "It just came to me when I saw the bottles."

  "Clever girl," he teased. He stepped closer to her, backing her up against the concrete wall. His hand went to her stomach, feeling the taut skin under her shirt and moving up to feel her breasts. "I guess you win."

  Melody reached up and wrapped her arms around Victor's neck, bringing their lips together again. This time it was neither sweet nor forceful. The knowledge of what they were about to do making them both relaxed. It would happen, eventually, but they would both rather do it right.

  His lips were soft on hers, his hands rubbing through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples were hard, sensitive to every movement of the cloth between them. They'd had sex before, she thought. But somehow this time was different, whether it was the location or their mutual purpose she didn't know. She could feel a familiar warmth, a hot pool of arousal, building up in her core.

  "Do you need me to—"

  Victor cut her off with his lips, taking her hand and guiding it down to the zipper in the front of his shorts. She used her palm to press against the straining hardness, feeling his hips moving forward to try to get more stimulation. He had tried to refuse, she saw, but it was concern for her, rather than a lack of arousal.

  How sweet of him. She smiled into the kiss, and pulled away from him, dropping to her knees. The cool dirt felt good on her skin, but she didn't have time to pay attention to that. Leaning over to make sure that nobody was watching them, she undid his pants and pulled her husband's boxers down until her prize was revealed.

  She took it in her hand and felt it, the fleshy softness that covered the hardness underneath. She gave an experimental pump, feeling Victor's hips twitch as he tried to control himself. Above her, she heard Victor let out a harsh breath. She gave another pump, and he purred out his approval.

  "That's it, hon. Just like that."

  Melody smiled and opened her mouth. Her husband let out a long breath as she engulfed his length. His hand moved to her head tentatively. When she didn't try to stop him, he ran his fingers through her hair and guided her deeper onto his cock.

  She smiled as she felt him twitch. He wanted to move so badly, wanted to cum so badly. Too bad, she thought. He had better things to do with that cum. She had better uses for it.

  Bobbing her head gently, Mel enjoyed the sounds of aroused approval from her husband, standing above her. If he were any louder, then anyone walking by might hear. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to quiet down, or keep doing it.

  After a moment she pulled off, and Victor let out a breath he had been holding. "Oh, that was good," he told her.

  "Can't have you enjoying it too much before we get to the main event, can we?"

  He let a smile cross his face, and swatted his wife's bottom. "No, I guess not. But how are we going to do that?"

  In answer, Melody turned away from him and leaned against the wall, raising the hem of her dress until it sat on top of her waist, revealing her bare pussy. She turned to look back and smiled. "I don't know, can you think of anything?"

  Victor didn't answer. He was already too busy moving up behind her, probing her folds with his finger. She didn't need him to get her ready, though. Everything had come together, and she was already more than ready to go. She wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her silly, right now.

  Even still, he teased her. He lined up behind her, pressing himself against her folds, tempting her with what he knew she wanted. She pushed back against him, trying to take the decision out of his hands, but he moved away from her. She wasn't about to win, no matter how badly she wanted it.

  "Say please," he said softly.

  "Please," she whispered, just loud enough that she knew he could hear.

  "What was that?"

  "Please," she whispered again.

  "I can't hear you." Melody knew he was lying, but needed him to fuck her. If she wanted to get him inside her, she would have to play his game.

  "Please," she said, a little louder. But it still wasn't loud enough. She repeated it again, almost at her normal speaking volume.

  "Please what?"

  "Please fuck me," she said, but she faltered on the end. She tried again, louder still. "Please fuck me!"

  The sound of her own voice surprised her. If anyone was listening, anyone at all, they would have heard that. Melody hoped, against all hope, that nobody had been. But her husband started moving again, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her folds. Probing, nearly entering, and then withdrawing again.

  She needed it, she knew. It wasn't just the pregnancy. She needed to be fucked, right now. By her husband.

  "Please," she said again, unbidden. Victor stopped at her entrance, already teasing her by putting his head into her waiting, aroused pussy.

  "Okay," he said softly, taking a grip of her hips. Then he started to push in for real, and Melody let out a low moan before she realized what she was doing. He'd teased her until she was nearly mad, and now he was in control. She bit her lip and tried to hold still as he pulled out of her.

  Then he thrust back in, a delicious friction that Melody couldn't deny. He took her hard and fast, using her hips as handles to pull her on and off of his cock. Before long, Melody didn't care who heard. There was no future, no past. Nobody who heard would be able to do anything to her, because everything that mattered was happening right here and now. With a loud groan, she felt Victor push into her hard and explode inside her.

  The spreading warmth through her, the need to be a mother, and the delicious pleasure of fucking in such a public place all came together and pushed her over the edge, over an edge she didn't know had existed. As they stood together, behind the bushes, she smiled and stood up as he withdrew from her. She pulled her skirt back down and turned around.

  They kissed again, holding each other close in the privacy of the trees. Then, to their surprise, as they stepped out, the owner of the stall they had hidden behind smiled and winked at them. He smashed the butt of the cigarette he had been smoking beneath the heel of his shoe and went back through the flap, not a word said.

  Melody's face blanched, and then went beet red. She needed her husband to guide her back to the car; she couldn't show her face, so she certainly couldn't see well enough
to navigate the way back to the car!

  Melody tapped her foot nervously. She'd waited until her period was supposed to come. Waited four days after that. Nothing—a good sign. But now, it seemed like waiting five minutes was a monumental struggle, where two weeks had been easy. She checked her watch again. Surely it would be okay if she checked now?

  She closed her eyes. No, it was only another minute. Then she could be sure.

  A minute dragged by, and finally she pushed the door to the bathroom back open and picked up the strip that she'd left flat on the side of the tub.

  Two pink lines.

  She picked up the phone and dialed Victor.

  "Babe?" She could hardly contain her own excitement. "I have some good news."

  The Pregnant Triplets 1

  Knocked Up For Her Inheritance

  Selena Savage

  “Lila?” The voice on the other end of the line, obviously my aunt Jen, is wobbly and choked. Sitting in the sunshine with my two sisters, the sound of her voice is a strange juxtaposition. I lean forward, shooting a worried look to Ella and Mila, who both stop chattering and listen in.

  “Yeah, Aunt Jen? What's wrong?” I ask. I can't think of a reason she would be calling me if she needed help, and considering both of my parents died when the three of us were teenagers, she couldn't be calling about them.

  “Oh, honey. I'm so sorry to call you, I don't even know if you're busy, but I know you were close to her...” She chokes again, sobbing for a few seconds before taking three big gulps of air. Worry gnaws at my gut as I wait to hear what has my aunt so upset.

  “Lila, your grandma just passed away. She had breast cancer that she never told us about.”

  My whole world stops, and from the look on Mila and Ella's faces I can see that theirs has, too. Grandma Jeanne was my best friend when I was a little girl. We were her only grandchildren and, when Mom and Dad died, we lived with her until we went off to college.