by Anya Summers
Piper now had the front of the camera to contend with, which was an unusual feeling. She understood all too well how much the camera lens could capture, but she chose to ignore the shutter clicks. Instead, she focused on his lips, his body, the mind-melting feel of his cock plunging inside her sheath.
“That’s it, love, ride me,” Theo commanded.
She did as he ordered, undulating her hips, thrusting in a sensual rhythm, and putting her hands on his chest as she increased her pace. She lunged and rolled her pelvis, surrendering to the urgency building inside her. He felt so good, so right. Her eyes slid closed as a swath of pleasure electrified her body.
“Gorgeous, now kiss me,” Theo ordered on a groan, still snapping photos of her writhing above him.
At his command, she leaned forward until her mouth was hovering an inch from his. Theo held her camera out to the side. Then he reached up with his free hand, grasped the back of her head, and brought her mouth down upon his. He claimed her lips, plundering her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside her dark recesses, and he captured it all on film.
Then he released her mouth and said, “That’s enough with this thing. I want to fuck you properly and I need my hands to do it.”
She removed the camera from his grip, hit a few buttons, and then set it on the nightstand. As soon as it left her hands, Theo pulled her back down until her face was suspended above his. He gripped the back of her head, his eyes boring into hers as he thrust and rolled his hips, pistoning his cock in hammered strokes, striking the lip of her cervix in an almost painful fashion. But the pain contorted into intense pleasure. Her mouth opened on a shuddered gasp. Her nails dug into his chest as she rode him. But he held her close so that they were eye to eye. And then he crushed her mouth to his, surrounding her with his essence as the storm of their lovemaking accelerated to maddening heights. She writhed at the frantic, wild pace.
Theo’s cock slammed within her depths, the crest almost touching her womb. She keened into his mouth. “Mmm.”
Then Theo rolled her body so she was on her back, and withdrew his cock.
“Sir?” she whimpered, so near climax she wanted to sob with frustration.
“Give me a sec.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and smiled. “I’m going to fuck your little rosebud. My cock has ached to feel your snug rosette squeezing me.”
He withdrew a tube of lubricant and shifted, pulling pillows down from near the headboard.
“Lift your hips, that’s a girl,” he said as he shoved them under her butt. The pillows tilted her hips up above thirty degrees, which would give him deeper access to her anus.
Once he had her hips in position, slanted at the angle he desired, he slicked lube around her rosette, then pressed his fingers forward. She bit her lower lip at the slice of discomfort. It had been ages since she’d had anal, but she wanted to with him. She wanted it all with Theo. She breathed deep, allowing her body to relax as he stretched her back hole with first one finger, then two, before finally adding a third digit. He stretched her, working his fingers in and out. Her mouth fell open on a moan as pleasure underscored any discomfort and her body accommodated him.
“That’s it. You’re so tight, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” Then he removed his fingers and placed his crown at her tiny rosebud. He slicked more lube over his shaft. And then he pressed forward, canting his pelvis, and pushing past the resistant tissues in her anus. He worked his cock inside, withdrawing and thrusting, his teeth gritted until he was embedded in her rear.
“Christ, you feel like silk hugging my dick, love,” Theo growled, sweat slicking his chest.
Then he withdrew and thrust, her nerve endings exploding in sweet, fiery agony that zinged a direct line to her pussy. Her core throbbed as he shuttled his member in and out of her back channel. Her body was engulfed in a sea of passion, her hips rising to meet his thrusts as he pounded in her rear. She wanted—needed—her release in the worst way. She mewled and moaned, riding the waves of pleasure only he seemed able to give her. From his kneeling position, with one of her legs tossed over his shoulder for a better angle, he shocked her whole system when he slipped three fingers inside her pussy while his cock burrowed deep inside her ass.
“Oh god,” she screamed, her head falling back on the bed as her hips arched up to meet his dual penetration. He screwed her in tandem, thrusting inside her pussy as his cock withdrew, and then he slamming his cock home as his fingers retreated. Over and over, until she was so full of him that her mind vacated the premises as she surrendered to all the pleasure he could provide.
Theo’s tempo increased as his ardor rose alongside hers, his movements becoming less controlled as his lust overrode everything.
“Come for me,” he commanded and pinched her clit as he sank inside her ass with brutal, unyielding force.
The slice of pleasure-pain started a chain reaction, detonating bombs inside her body. Her pussy compressed around his thrusting fingers, her ass clenched around his plunging cock, and—oh, my, god.
“Oh, Sir!” She arched her back, her body quaking. Her climax shook her foundation to its core. Over and over, explosions rocked her system.
“Piper,” Theo roared, straining above her as his cock elongated and spewed jets of hot cum into her grasping ass. He poured inside her, thrusting, filling her back channel.
She entered a hazy plain of sublime satisfaction as he slumped over her, his breathing heavy while his heart rate returned to normal. Piper purred against his neck as he gathered her close. The last forty-eight or so hours had been damn near the best of her life, and she didn’t want this euphoric state to ever end. She burrowed against his chest, content and happy, cuddling in his arms.
Theo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, “That was without a doubt the best morning wake-up I’ve had in a while. Thank you. Join me in the shower, eh, and I promise to wash every nook and cranny.”
Her stomach chose that moment to growl and he chuckled. “And then I promise to feed you at Master’s Pleasure.”
She stiffened at the thought of leaving their cozy cocoon of paradise. It wasn’t just that he would have her do a small scene again, it was also that she simply wanted to stay here, where it was only the two of them.
He shifted until he could study her face and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’d rather just stay in bed all day with you,” she admitted, wishing that she could convince him and not break the spell of their fabulous night together.
His eyes heated. “As much as I wish we could do precisely that, I have work with Jared that I must see to today. Otherwise,” he leaned in close and nipped at her bottom lip, “you wouldn’t even have to ask—because I wouldn’t be letting you leave.”
Her eyes closed and she sighed. He was right. Damnit. She had a job to complete as well. Duty first. But still, she wanted a full day with him. No work, just play. It was the whole ‘if wishes were beggars’ thing.
“Then let’s take that shower,” she conceded. She didn’t have to tell him twice as he carted her into the bathroom.
He held true to his promise—he kept doing that—and did indeed wash every nook and cranny of hers, more than once. Then he left her place to dress for his day, only to return looking rather dapper in his black trousers and dress shirt. She’d munched on an apple as she dressed, too hungry to wait for breakfast. Besides, she’d eat there as well, what with all the calories she was burning, she needed the energy or she’d wilt. And she wanted everything to be perfect so she could catalog it in her memory banks.
Theo helped her load her equipment in the cart and drove them to breakfast at Master’s Pleasure. When he was going to leave her camera bags in the cart, she shook her head.
“They should be fine there,” he said.
“No, sorry, but they need to come with me. That’s twenty thousand dollars’ worth of equipment and I’ll not chance leaving it out here,” she explained, hefting her bags from the cart.
“At least
let me, Piper,” he said, holding his hands out and not budging until she conceded and held out the handles to him.
“See, that wasn’t so difficult,” he murmured, giving her a small smile. It was, actually, more than he realized, but Piper didn’t want to upset the delicate balance between them.
In the restaurant, after they ordered breakfast, Theo ate her pussy until she came, screaming his name. The restaurant wasn’t nearly as busy this morning as it had been the previous evening, but he used his tie again as a blindfold. Piper still felt it was a victory that she didn’t clam up or have an episode and was able to give herself over into his capable hands.
Breakfast arrived shortly after her climax. Unlike dinner the night before, this meal was more hurried, with Theo checking his watch for the time so they didn’t dawdle.
“Sorry, Jared has a spate of meetings, otherwise we could take our time,” he explained as he signed for the bill again.
“It’s no problem. We’ll have plenty of time tonight,” she murmured, standing with him. He shot her a heated glance and then escorted her from the restaurant. He ushered her into the elevator and kissed her soundly. When the doors dinged as they opened on the ground level, he released her lips, regret filling his eyes.
“Meet me at the restaurant for dinner at six, please. Feel free to use my cart today,” he said, his gaze warm even as he withdrew from their embrace. Was it wrong of her that she wanted to tell Jared and his photos to go to hell and convince Theo to play hooky? Probably.
Instead of trying to entice him to be very bad today, she bowed her head with a slight tilt and acknowledgement that she considered him her Dom. Then she said, “Thank you. I will.”
Theo kissed her brow, pressed the button for the top floor, and saluted her as the doors closed. Piper inhaled a steadying breath. She kept having to remind herself that he wasn’t hers to keep. But Christ almighty, the man made it difficult. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to keep him, wanted to belong to him and him to her.
She reluctantly climbed into the cart and headed off for the day, where she used her work as a distraction to keep her mind off Theo. It didn’t work much, as she found herself smiling more in that single day than she likely had all year.
* * *
Over the next three days, Piper and Theo established a routine. Every morning, after what was without a doubt the best sex of her life, they would head to the island restaurant for breakfast. As they waited for their meal, Theo would do a small scene with her at the table, from eating her pussy to a full on power bang from behind. Then, after breakfast, Theo would escort her to the cart, carrying her camera equipment for her, kiss her, and then head to Jared’s office. At night, they reconvened at the restaurant for dinner where, once again, Theo would perform a mini-scene with her while they waited for their meal.
Then they drove back to her villa, where a remarkable number of his items, like an extra toothbrush in her bathroom, had made their way into her place. She didn’t mind but enjoyed the coziness of it. She laughed more, found she was enjoying life more over those three days than she had in twenty years. It was like she was imbibing all life had to offer her during her time with Theo. She felt an urgency to soak up as much of his lovemaking as possible. He tested her boundaries, and even broke out a cane one night. They were so in sync, she wondered how she had ever gone without him. Piper knew all too well what her life had been like before he had entered it. And it worried her how attached she’d become to him.
They only had three days left before he had to go back to England. Neither of them had broached the topic of their week almost being up. But they were both feeling it, as her tender backside could attest to today. She’d snapped at him after dinner last night, where one thing had led to another and he’d tanned her backside before he screwed her brains out.
Theo woke her with a kiss on her forehead. She was already awake, knowing precisely when he’d left her bed.
“Get some rest. Jared asked me to join him for a breakfast meeting today. Meet me at the restaurant tonight. I’d like to discuss some things,” Theo said, his gaze unreadable for the first time in days.
Her heart trembled at the disturbance to their routine. “All right, I will be there.”
“That’s a love,” he murmured. He tenderly stroked her cheek before he retreated and left her place.
Fear churned in her belly. Did he plan to end things already? Make a clean break now? What did he want to discuss? And how had her world become so enmeshed with his, and she so dependent upon him?
Chapter 10
Duty called as Theo drove his cart to the main hotel and then rode the lift to the top floor. He was joining Jared and Naomi in their penthouse for a private breakfast. He stopped on his way and retrieved the file with Jared’s Last Will and Testament, along with a few other documents Jared had asked him to draw up for the pending engagement.
Seriously, the Doms of the DFC were dropping like flies, all getting hitched.
He knocked on the door. It was Naomi who answered, barefoot, her clothing a bit disheveled and her lips swollen.
“Good morning, Sir, won’t you please come in?” Naomi said, blushing, her dark curls swaying as they framed her exotic face. She was a beauty. Theo could see what Jared saw in her.
“Thank you, Naomi. Something smells lovely,” he said as he entered. The small foyer opened up into a wide living room done in rich dark browns and reminded him of England. Since he and Piper had begun having their nightly marathon sessions, he’d been eating like a freaking horse and the smells emanating from the kitchen had him salivating. He’d already had an apple on the way in just to take the edge off his hunger.
He liked the understated wealth of the penthouse, but he also noticed a collection of wildflowers in a Waterford vase on the coffee table, and a bright red chenille blanket draped over the leather chaise near the large bay of windows. Likely Naomi’s doing. Women had a way of turning a functional space into a comfortable home.
Jared strutted into the living room, appearing far too pleased with himself and deep in the bone happy. Had Theo ever been that blissed out? Then it struck him between the eyes. Yes. Whenever he was balls-deep inside his little she-cat. He liked her claws, and everything else about the photographer.
“Theo, thanks for joining us this morning.” Jared shook his hand, bringing him back to the present business at hand. Naomi innocuously slipped out of the living room.
“It’s my pleasure. I appreciate the invitation,” Theo said.
“Were you able to finish those last few items?” Jared asked, his voice low to keep the conversation private.
Theo knew that Jared wanted to surprise Naomi, and before he could respond or discover if she’d accepted Jared’s proposal, they were interrupted.
“Sirs, breakfast is ready if you’d like to adjourn to the kitchen,” Naomi said from the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
“Lead the way,” Theo said. He trailed behind the couple, noting the way Jared clasped Naomi’s hand when they met in the doorway, and how they interacted. Jared and Naomi were like two magnets as they moved. They probably didn’t even realize it. Jared’s eyes followed her as she moved about the state-of-the-art kitchen. And Naomi was just as intricately in tune with Jared. Theo sat across from Jared at the round kitchen table as Naomi began serving them. He liked that they weren’t eating in the formal dining room off to the right of the kitchen. He preferred the more relaxed setting.
“I hope you like it, Sir. I wasn’t sure what you liked. It’s an old family recipe,” Naomi said.
“You cooked?” Theo asked, liking the hominess of it, noting the feminine touches at the table and in the kitchen. It was nice, although he felt the fact that he noticed it showed his age. He liked dining out as much as the next bloke, but there was something to be said for a home cooked meal. More often than not, he usually cooked for himself when he was at home and on nights when his housekeeper didn’t have the time. Theo wondered if Piper
cooked. He’d have to ask her, since whenever they were at her place, they were typically in her bed or playing in the dungeon.
“Yes, Sir,” Naomi replied.
“She’s a woman of many talents,” Jared said, winking at Naomi as she filled their plates. There was a breakfast casserole of sorts, with eggs, sausage, peppers, and onions; buttery flakey croissants; and baked cinnamon apples.
“It looks amazing. Truly,” Theo murmured.
“Coffee?” she asked, and the diamond ring Jared had shown him the other day flashed on her left hand.
“Yes, please. And I see congratulations are in order,” Theo said, as the song Another One Bites the Dust played in his mind. First Declan and now Jared. Who was next? The DFC would end up being a bloody wasteland of old married couples.
“Aye, my Naomi is never getting rid of me now,” Jared said, placing a kiss on the back on Naomi’s hand. She blushed a becoming shade of pink.
A heated look passed between the lovebirds as Naomi sat at the table beside Jared.
“Have you decided on the date?” Theo asked as he delved into the sumptuous offerings on his plate. He damn near sighed at the first bite. Naomi was an excellent cook.
“Um, no, not yet. He just proposed last night,” Naomi admitted.
“We have lots to decide. I think my mum and da would want to be there though. What would you think of having a Scottish wedding?” Jared asked.
“Maybe,” Naomi said, blushing even more deeply, and then she asked Theo, “How’s your breakfast? Would you like any more?”
“It’s delicious, and I will say yes to second helpings. Jared’s going to need to invest in longer belts and trouser sizes with your magical kitchen skills. I think you could give Mrs. Davos a run for her money. Don’t tell her I said that, though, she might stop making my biscuits and scones,” Theo said, his voice low, acting like it was a secret.
