by Maren Smith
“Don’t you dare forget yourself with me, little girl. Daddy is the one who does the mounting, not you. I want you to feel every single inch of Daddy’s cock as he takes possession of what belongs to him.”
She mewled in frustration and need.
“Please, Roark, I want you…”
“Oh, I know, pet, but before I’m done, your pussy is going to be as sore and swollen as your backside. And after I’ve filled your pussy with my cream, Daddy’s going to fill your bottom hole as well.”
Slowly, Roark surged forward, inch-by-tantalizing-inch sinking deep inside her. Sage collapsed against the wall, her orgasm bursting forth to encompass them both with its power and simplicity. She needed nothing more than to be filled with him. Had Roark not had her hips in his hands, her knees would have buckled, and she’d have hit the floor.
“You need Daddy to spank you hard and fuck you harder, don’t you, little girl?”
He began thrusting, slowly, exaggerating the motion that dragged his length all along her inner walls, pushing to her depths before almost retreating completely and surging forward again. This wasn’t just punishment sex, not just dominance. No, this was Roark taking complete and total control and possession, offering no mercy and giving no quarter. Sage arched her back offering deeper penetration along with utter surrender.
“Daddy is going to fuck his little girl until she learns to behave.”
His fingers dug into her tender flesh as he held her in place, thrusting with more vigor, his pelvis slamming into her punished ass, his cock hammering her pussy so she was in no doubt who was in control. He timed the rough pumping of his hips to punctuate each word.
Roark released the hold on one of her hips, his fist in her hair drawing her ear close to his mouth.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your sore bottom when he’s done with your pussy. He’s going to fill it up and make you scream with need. What is it they say in the song? It’s going to hurt so good. You want that, don’t you, Sage?”
His onslaught continued. He showed no signs of slowing or of his impending release. She climaxed again, praying that at some point he’d empty himself in her. There was a part of her that thought about the wrongness of what he was doing, but nothing had ever felt more right. The greater part of her—the part that took flight and soared among the heavens where there was only light—had never felt sexier, safer, or more submissive and seductive all at the same time.
Roark knew her in a way no other being ever could or would. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it to invoke that secretly submissive woman who had laid dormant for so many years. She had never liked anal, but the thought of giving herself to him that way had an allure that was undeniable. Sage wanted to feel his staff stroking her back passage in the same way he did her sheath. She needed to feel that painful stretch of her puckered rosebud as he pressed forward, humbling her at the same time he set her free. She knew he meant to encourage her to embrace all that she was, not just the parts she thought were socially acceptable.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Come for Daddy again.”
Repeatedly he plunged into her, plundering her pussy so it pulsed and trembled all along his length. She was getting just what she needed, a good hard ramming and she reveled in his embrace. Her vaginal walls trembled. She couldn’t process the intensity of her own emotions, feelings he called forth so easily. Her breath quickened and became labored. Her moans morphed into whimpers before only silence greeted her oncoming climax. Her legs stiffened in anticipation as he gave a last brutal thrust, releasing a torrent of cum into her depths.
Roark leaned against her, pressing her into the wall, trying to catch his breath. He uncoupled from her, nuzzling her neck and kissing her gently, the overflow from his seed dribbling down her thighs. He turned her around and placed his hand on top of her head. Just as he had in the pool, he pressed down, forcing her onto her knees.
Sage wrapped her hand around the length of his cock, fisting him gently as she wet her lips. She wasn’t prepared when she opened her mouth that he would cup the back of her skull, holding her in place and driving his semi-erect cock deep into her mouth. She had to suppress her gag reflex when he pushed to the back of her throat.
“You get Daddy nice and clean, but you’d better get him hard and well lubed before he pulls it out.”
Sage was good at giving head, she’d always liked the feeling of power and control it gave her. But this, this was not her giving Roark a blow job. No, this was Roark fucking her mouth. Using this hole before he used, she was quite sure, the only one he hadn’t had his cock in today. She began to use her considerable skill and was pleased with herself when he loosened his hold of her head and allowed her to service him. The idea that she was his fuck toy and he’d use her however, whenever, and wherever he wanted spiked her arousal, and she wanted desperately to pinch her own nipples. She had never been with a man who wasn’t circumcised and wondered why she had bestowed that detail on Roark. Her tongue traced every vein and fold of his cock as it began to become rigid again, enjoying the difference of his staff from the others she had known. She had not expected him to recover so quickly.
He chuckled in a deeply satisfied and masculine way.
“Daddy’s little girl knows how to suck cock.”
He helped her up off her knees. She could not meet his eyes, and looking down, Sage could see both her saliva and his pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock. A part of her wanted to protest, to somehow withhold this last bastion of her power and pride, but she knew it would be an empty gesture. Her need to feel him possess her in this last, intimate act of claiming was too great.
“Ask Daddy to fuck your ass, Sage.”
She said nothing but nodded.
“Not good enough. Say it!” he growled.
“Roark, please?” she begged, but wasn’t sure what she was begging for. Was it for him to breach her bottom hole with his cock, or not have to ask him to do it?
“Do you want Daddy to stroke your dark channel the way I do your pussy and fill it with my cum? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she said brokenly.
“Ask me.”
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes as he tilted her face towards his and nodded to encourage her.
“Daddy, will you please fuck my ass?”
He smiled. “Of course, I will, baby girl. I thought you’d never ask.”
He led her to the bed and helped her up on her hands and knees. Sliding his hand up along her spine from rump to the nape of her neck, he pressed her down into the mattress while nudging her legs apart. Roark leaned over her back, pressing his cock against the tight muscle that had guarded her rear passage before he had decided to make use of it. Both of his hands moved to clutch her hips in a vice-like grip.
“You want Daddy to fuck your pretty bottom hole?”
She couldn’t form words. Her need was too great and her pride and defiance were in shambles. All she could do was nod again and pray it would be enough.
Roark didn’t mount her aggressively. Instead, he allowed his cock to penetrate slowly, but inexorably. He did not seem hurried but continued to push forward, inch-by-inch until the swell of her buttocks was against his hips. She felt the stretch from his cock far more in this dark orifice than she had in her pussy. He growled in satisfaction when he began to move inside her.
This was not his usual powerful or frenzied stroking, but a more leisurely savoring of her response while her bottom hole learned to accommodate him and accept pleasure from him this way. The slight sting of his having breached her dark passage with his cock for the first time slowly began to give way to a new and profound kind of carnality—one she had never thought she needed.
Sage could feel her nipples bead, her clit and vulva engorging, and her pussy pulsing in rhythm to his thrusting in her rear entrance. She responded like her pussy was the hole being filled and used. As Roark began driving into her, Sage’s sighs began to morph into a kind of deep keening. She
grasped the bottom of the headboard in front of her and held on for dear life.
“Roark,” she wailed, every muscle in her body contracting, including those enveloping his plunging rod.
“Good girl. You come for Daddy. I’m going to fill this asshole up just the way I do your pussy. You show me you’re sorry for disobeying Daddy and that you want Daddy to use whichever hole he wants whenever he wants.”
Roark picked up the pace and rhythm with which he fucked her. His movements increased and exacerbated her response. When she began to feel him pump his seed into her, she came again, calling his name.
Roark was filling her in the same, yet wickedly, shamefully different, way than when he spilled his seed in her pussy. When he spurted the last of his essence, he released her hips and began to stroke her body to support and comfort the last remnants of her climax. Finally, she returned to earth from her rapturous flight as he eased himself from her bottom hole in the same way he’d claimed it—slowly, gently and in complete and absolute control.
He lifted her in his arms and strode into the bath, adjusted the water temp and pressure on the wonderous shower. He stepped in and placed her on her feet, careful to ensure she was leaning against him so he could support her weight. He washed her gently, interspersing the bathing with kisses and caresses until her body was languid in his embrace.
Roark carried her back to their bed and tucked her in, leaning down to kiss her. When he started to move away, she reached out to catch his hand. He smiled, returning to her to kiss her again.
“I’m just going to get my laptop, baby. Daddy’s not going anywhere.”
She waited until he returned and propped himself up in bed. Using his leg as a kind of body pillow, Sage cradled her head in his lap and was asleep almost instantly.
Chapter Six
Sage woke, wrapped in Roark’s embrace. She feared that one morning she would wake, and he’d be trapped again inside the pages of a novel.
“Didn’t you hear Daddy tell you he wasn’t going to leave you?” he whispered. “Whatever it was that pulled me out of the book isn’t strong enough to force me back.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. I’ve been trying to break free… to pierce the veil, as it were. Each time, it felt as though I got closer. When I realized you were in danger, no power that ever existed was going to be strong enough to contain me. I broke free and came for you. Therefore, there isn’t anything that could trap me again. Makes sense, right?”
She nodded. She had to agree with him. It did have a certain kind of logic. The ass fucking he’d given her the night before had not been the last time he’d had his way with her. She’d vowed never to write that in a novel, but now understood the reality of that scenario. She was stiff and sore and happier than she had ever been in her life. Roark sat up and Sage snuggled against him.
“Did you find anything?” she asked.
“I did. Or more accurately, I was able to unravel a motive for someone wanting to kill you. And my friend, Eddy, was able to trace the source of funding from your Mr. Shackelford back to the person who hired him.”
“You know? Then can we have Scotland Yard… Do you think DSI Holmes is here?”
He grinned. “That was one of your more obnoxious name choices. But yeah, Michael Holmes exists in our world as well. He’s a bit more freaked than Felix and I, but I did talk to him. He isn’t unsympathetic and, like in the books, basically told me he’d look the other way, but for them to arrest her and put her away…”
“Her?” Sage interrupted.
He nodded slowly, his eyes never once leaving her face.
“Gail?”
“Yeah, baby. She’s been embezzling from you for years—under reporting sales, over reporting expenses. It’s a mess. So, we have the motive and we know what she did and who she hired, we just need to connect the dots. I went back and read all those emails and re-examined your royalty reports. It became obvious your publisher was a bully and was embezzling money—and not just from you. Those emails from her after you left are pretty damning, but they won’t hold up in court.”
“What if I confront her wearing a wire?”
“No way. Far too dangerous.”
“I’ll have you and Michael for back up and she won’t expect me to have the spine to do anything about it even if I confront her.”
He shook his head. “You will have showed her your hand, exposed yourself, and she still might not implicate herself.”
“If she doesn’t say anything, at least she knows and you and DSI Holmes can step out… that ought to freak her out. Come on, Roark…”
“Do you remember how gently I fucked your bottom hole last night?” he growled. She nodded. “You put yourself in danger and that will be a fond memory when I use you a lot rougher after I’ve welted your backside first. Do you hear me, little girl?”
“But if we…”
“Again, with the we. There is no ‘we’ in this situation. You will stay safe and Michael and I will deal with Ms. Vincent.”
“But…”
“Your butt will be what pays the price for your disobedience.”
He stared down at her, silently daring her to continue to argue with him.
Try as she might, Sage just couldn’t hold his stare. Dropping her eyes, she said morosely, “I just wanted to help. And I am the one she tried to kill.”
Roark pulled her into his embrace, stroking her body until all the tension left and she melted into him.
“I know, baby. That’s why I don’t want you involved. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you. We’ll make sure she pays… one way or another.”
Sage saw the soft, loving look fade from his eyes to be replaced by a distant coldness that made her shiver.
“I’m sorry I ever wrote that ending. I never saw you as a killer just a man with his back against the wall and no good choices.”
In one of her latest novels, Roark had killed an unarmed man in cold blood. Granted the guy deserved to die, but some readers had been taken aback.
Roark hugged her. “Don’t fret. He needed to die and I’m the one who needed to kill him. It was a brave choice for you to make.”
For the next few days, Sage was wrapped up in starting a new series, hiring a public relations firm, meeting with Scotland Yard and allowing herself to fall deeply, madly in love with Roark. Truth to tell, that last part hadn’t been difficult. She was beginning to believe he was right: He’d always been her own romantic hero. She just hadn’t seen him as a Daddy Dom or that he was exactly what she needed, even when she didn’t want to follow the rules.
DSI Holmes and Roark had gone to file a writ or some other legal document in order to force Gail to not only open her books to a criminal forensic accountant, but to get her Swiss bank to open her accounts. Sage hadn’t even known she had one Swiss account, not to mention several.
The hotel phone rang.
“Sage Matthews.”
“Sage, darling, it’s Gail. I feel badly about the way things ended between us and I think maybe we both said some things that we perhaps regret…”
Gail continued to prattle on. Sage wasn’t really listening and how she wanted to respond was that she knew Gail had tried to kill her, but then Gail said something interesting.
“I really think we ought to have lunch and part as friends.”
“I’d like that, Gail. I agree we meant too much to each other over the years. Can you do it today, here at the Savoy?”
Gail laughed. How had she never heard that bitter note of winter in Gail’s voice.
“I heard you had moved into the Savoy as a writer in residence. And how clever of your new PR firm to come up with the idea of getting some uber sexy model to portray your lover and muse, Roark Samuels. Finally going to retire that series?”
“Yes, I thought I’d give him his own happily-ever-after with a feisty heroine, the kind you always hated. Say one o’clock this afternoon? I’ll make us a reservation.”
“Lovely. See you then.”
She dialed Roark’s cell. She shook her head. They both continued to marvel at the fact that everything she’d ever written about Roark—money, fashion, virility, etc.—had come with him from the novels. The only thing that hadn’t been in her books was his Daddy Dom-ness.
“What’s up, baby girl?” he answered. “We’re with the Crown Prosecutors.”
“When will you be home?”
“Put your motor on idle, pet. Daddy will take care of you when he gets there. Be a good girl.”
Before she had a chance to say anything, he’d disconnected. She started to get angry and call him back, then remembered her phone had a record feature. She and Gail would be in the Savoy, for God’s sake. What could possibly happen at the Savoy?
Sage took a shower and dressed with extra care. She wanted to meet her nemesis on equal footing. At precisely one, she left her room. Gail could bloody well wait for her for once. Sage hung back until she saw Gail enter the restaurant. Straightening her spine, she turned on the recorder and headed to the table. She had specifically asked for a very public table by the window.
“Sage, darling, it’s not like you to be late,” intoned Gail.
“I find these days I’m so busy, I can only be on time for the really important things… and people.”
“Well done,” Gail said with a sly smile. “I see your new firm got you into some decent clothes.”
“Actually, it was Roark. He knows several of the London designers and they were happy to send his woman some things. We’re attending some big art thing next week and the gowns I had to choose from were simply stunning.”
“I just felt badly about some things I said and frankly about not listening to you when you wanted to start your little paranormal series. I know that isn’t usually something I do, but I feel I should have made an exception for your vanity project. I know you can’t have a publisher yet, so I thought maybe we should meet and put all this unpleasantness behind us.”
