by Abby Gordon
“Why are you doing this?” she breathed, feeling dizzy but still looking at him.
His hips pressed to hers, and even through the thick cotton, she could feel his erection. She waited for the panic to start the way it always did, but all she felt was heat.
“Are your nipples tightening, little Pippa? Does your pussy feel empty?”
She felt his hands at her waist and then the robe loosened and was pulled away. Her body trembled under the heat of his gaze.
“Tony, why…”
His hands slid from her hips along her sides to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked over the stiffening tips and she gasped. He’d described it perfectly, she realized. Her pussy felt empty as it clenched around a phantom cock. No, she didn’t want this. Wouldn’t want this. But her entire body ached for more of his touch.
“Why?” he repeated softly, as if trying to figure that out himself. “Because some things are meant to be. Some people just fit. I don’t know a thing about you. You don’t know a thing about me. But as soon as I reached out and took your arm, something inside just clicked together.”
“My life doesn’t work that way,” she managed, struggling to get her mind to work. It was very difficult, especially when his fingers fondled her breasts. “Nothing fits. Nothing clicks.”
“Really? Then why did it hurt you when I let Deedee climb on my lap?”
She ducked her head, hating that he brought that up. “You didn’t leave with her, though,” she murmured. “Or ask her to your room. She was ticked about it.”
“Good,” he replied. “Except she probably took it out on you, didn’t she?”
Pippa shrugged. Tony’s caresses became rougher and she gasped, then moaned softly.
“And if the room had been empty, just us two as you were cleaning up, do you know what I would have done?”
Pippa shook her head even as the husky timbre in his voice stirred up the fires in her. Just as it had that night. His thumbs and forefingers caught her nipples between them and pinched, pulled, twisted slightly. She trembled as she felt dampness between her thighs.
“This, my Venus.”
Tony spun her around, bending her over the counter until her breasts were flattened against it. The robe was pulled down her arms and she felt it gather around her feet. His body pressed over hers. She could feel one of his hands along her ass and realized he was undoing his belt, his trousers. The other hand moved to her front to her pussy. She closed her eyes as his fingers teased her folds apart.
“I would have bent you over that table and fucked you,” he whispered in her ear. “And once you had come, I would have released into you, claiming you as mine. Then, I would have taken you to my room and explored every inch of my Venus. I would have spent the night making sure you knew who your Master was.”
“What?” she gasped, craning her head around to stare at him.
“Oh, yes, just like Hephaestus knew Venus was his,” he assured her, two fingers stroking just slightly into her pussy. “I knew you were my perfect submissive the way you reacted when I took your arm. So soft, so sweet. So damn innocent.”
“I’m not submissive,” she insisted.
“Oh, but you are,” Tony crooned, his head dipping as he nibbled on her shoulder. “So sweet and soft. Trembling in my arms, like Venus trapped by Hephaestus, knowing the truth. Knowing he was the only one who could possess her.”
“I’m not…”
“You’re very tight,” he observed, his fingers pushing further. Pippa couldn’t move. Her mind froze as if trying to decide which fork in the road to take. “Are you a virgin, sweetheart? How many lovers have you had?”
“I’m not a virgin,” Pippa whispered, turning her head away from him.
“How many lovers have you had?” he repeated the question, stroking his fingers in and out. Despite her apprehension, all her fears, she felt her body responding, heating up and wanting more of Tony’s touch. Being in his embrace was so enticing. All that her dreams had been teasing her with. “It’s obviously been a while as you’re so tight.”
“None.”
She closed her eyes, wishing back the word. Should have said one, or even two.
“None but not…What happened?” His voice was tight, apprehensive as if he thought he’d figured it out.
“My father, well, stepfather,” she replied, struggling to stay calm. “He married my mother when I was four.” Gulp in fresh air. You can do this. You can tell him. “On my sixteenth birthday, he told me that since my mother couldn’t have any more children that I would have to…”
His hand left her pussy. He gently turned her around, arms wrapping around her. Tony cradled her as she wept and fought to lock it all back up inside.
“Oh, my Venus,” he breathed. “Oh, my sweet Venus. Sh, you’re safe now. Sh.”
“I tried to fight him,” she insisted. “I did. But he was so much bigger than me. He dragged me from my bedroom and down the hall, and he threw me on the bed. On their bed. My mother held me down as he tore my clothes off and…”
Sobbing, she let her head fall forward and rest on his chest. His arms held her securely, a hand at her head and one stroking her back. He was quiet, his body tense for a long moment.
“Did you go to the police? Tell your family? Was there anyone you could go to?”
Pippa heard the rage in his voice but it didn’t frighten her. It was directed at her stepfather and mother. His arms protected her, his touch calming her. There was a hint of plea in his words, hoping that she’d been able to go to someone, that someone had taken her side.
“Yes, but he is an inspector and told them that I’d tried to celebrate my birthday the night before with some of his liquor. That I’d gotten crazy drunk and all the bruises were from him and my mother trying to calm me down.”
“They didn’t do a rape test or anything?” There was disbelief in his question.
“No. They didn’t think it necessary. No one in the family believed me. By the time I thought to tell anyone, they had spread the story and no one believed me. Three days later, I was told I could either be quiet and let him do what he wanted or leave.”
“So you left.”
“So I left,” she confirmed. “I never finished school or sat my exams.”
For a long moment everything was quiet. His arms were strong and gentle as he held her. Then she felt tension in his muscles. A new fear came to her—Tony would reject her because she’d been raped. As she trembled, his feet shifted and his head moved so his mouth brushed her cheek.
“That wasn’t sex, Pippa. It wasn’t even fucking. That was one man being an asshole trying to keep you down. It was a man wanting to keep a strong, intelligent, beautiful woman from being more than he ever could.”
“He hurt me,” she whispered, his tenderness bringing fresh tears to her eyes.
“I never will,” he promised. “Well, maybe a spanking if you’re sassy.” His fingers tilted her chin up. “But then I’ll take care of you. I will never injure you. If you are ill or unwell, I will take care of you. As far as I’m concerned, you are a virgin. An untouched, pure woman he couldn’t keep down. You’re not to blame for what he did.” His hand trailed up her back and cradled the back of her head. “I’m a sexual Dominant. You’re my submissive. Mine,” he emphasized strongly. “And I protect what is mine.”
“I told you. I’m not submissive,” she insisted.
Chapter Five
But her mind reeled at his words. First, that he believed her, then to say he considered her still a virgin. Blameless and pure. Then she tried to understand the idea of being a sexual submissive. His sexual submissive. No matter how much she’d worked to avoid anything to do with sex, even she’d heard a bit about the erotic books and movies being made.
His low chuckle both irritated and turned her on. “Oh, little Venus, let me teach you. Let me take you down a sensual, sexual path of what two people can make each other’s bodies feel.” His breath warmed her ear. His tongue teased the curv
e, making her shiver. “Let me take care of you.”
“How?” Pippa asked skeptically, frowning up at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Have you had an orgasm?”
Swallowing, she shook her head. “I haven’t let anyone touch me since then. I couldn’t bear it.”
“That night, though,” he whispered. “You stood still for me, responded to me, didn’t you? Tell me the truth.”
“Yes,” confirmed Pippa with a nod. She decided to be honest with him again. It felt right to tell him. “I’ve been having dreams about, well, I start to have dreams about us.”
“Really?” His voice was husky at the thought. “Tell me about them, Venus.”
“It starts like the painting. I come out of the water, my hair all around me.”
“Like it is now?”
“A bit. But it’s dry. That doesn’t make any sense since I’m coming out of the water.”
“But dreams don’t always have to make sense,” he whispered. “What else? Where am I?”
“You’re on the beach,” she continued, closing her eyes and seeing the images. “Naked, feet wide apart, and hands on your hips. I’ve never seen a naked man besides…”
“You haven’t seen me naked so you don’t know details,” he filled in, getting her mind off her stepfather.
“Exactly,” she nodded, relaxing as he held her. “You ask me where I’m going. I don’t want to make it easy for you…”
“Of course not,” Tony chuckled.
“So, I say ‘I’m going to bed.’ You grab me, saying ‘excellent idea’ or something like that, and throw me over your shoulder.”
“I like the sound of that,” he murmured.
“I’m fighting you, of course,” she smiled. “Hitting your back with my fists. And you spank me.”
“Of course.”
She lifted her head and opened her eyes. “Not nice.”
“It’s your dream,” he reminded her. “That tells me you might just want a spanking or two when you misbehave.”
Pippa opened her mouth and shut it. “I hadn’t thought of that,” she admitted, frowning at the idea.
“Then what?” asked Tony. “I take you inside and?”
“You drop me on the bed, tie my hands and ankles and…” She sighed. “I don’t know how to finish them. There are a couple more. In one, we’re on a picnic. And in another, I see snow falling at the window and we’re laying before a fireplace. But I don’t know how to finish any of them. It’s been a bit frustrating. Like everything is building up in me, and I don’t know what to do.”
Tony smiled slowly. “Such a gift,” he breathed. “Such a precious treasure.” His hands brushed up and down her sides. “Let me show you how your dreams might finish, okay?”
Nervous, she nodded. “What do I need to do?”
“Just relax and let your body feel what is natural,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s all right, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. I want to give your body pleasure.”
He turned her back around so they were both facing the counter. His hands roamed her front, caressing her sides, kneading her breasts and always, fingers fondling her folds.
Two fingers swirled outside her pussy, then dipped in. They repeated the action several times, entering her more each time. Pippa trembled, but Tony’s left arm held her firmly but gently around the waist.
“There we go. Sh, it’s all right now.”
His fingers stroked all the way in and out, a steady pace as the heel of his palm rubbed on a nub of nerves.
“Can you feel your wetness? Feel your pussy walls clench around my fingers to keep them inside?”
Unable to speak, Pippa nodded.
“I’m getting hot inside,” she whispered, hearing the lightness in her voice.
“That’s natural. That’s your arousal. Your body responding to my touch. To my being here so close to you.”
His fingers hooked inside her channel as pressure came from both the outside and the inside. She gasped and jerked in his embrace. A flash of pleasure swept through her like a jolt of electricity.
“Oh, yes,” he murmured. “That’s it. Again, shall we?”
Again, his fingers, three this time, stroked in and it was as if the most sensitive, erotic part of her body was clamped inside and out. Completely under his control. .
Pippa moaned and felt her legs tremble. “What…what are you doing?”
“I’m finger-fucking you, Venus. This is your G-spot.”
His voice was deeper, rumbling in her ear. His tongue traced the curve and she whimpered in need. Another stroke and pinch. Her pussy muscles clenched around his fingers. Her hips twitched. And along her ass crack, she felt something hard and knew it was his own arousal. Terror rushed through her and she tried to move away from him. It reminded her too much of those three horror-filled days before she was given the ultimatum.
“Sh, little Venus,” Tony reassured her. “I’m not going to take you yet. Not until you trust me not to hurt you.”
“I can feel it,” she accused him, turning her head to look him in the eye. “Your…your…”
“Of course, you can,” he agreed.
Stroke and pinch. Stroke and pinch.
“I have my beautiful, sexy submissive in my arms. If I didn’t have an erection holding you, then I never will.” Stroke and pinch, stroke and pinch. His lips nuzzled her ear, moved to her temple, worked along her jaw. “Relax, Venus.”
Taking a deep breath, Pippa exhaled, telling herself to trust him. And slowly relaxed. Ever conscious of the hard length of his cock pressing against her ass. Stroke and pinch, faster, harder. Heat flared in her belly. Her pussy struggled to keep his fingers inside. And her body wasn’t hers anymore. With a sigh of surrender, she leaned back against him, only his arm keeping her upright. And writhed against him, her hips undulating.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Come on, sweetheart. Come for me. Come for your Master.”
His mouth trailed down her throat, nibbling and licking. Pippa gasped, panted as sweat covered her body.
“I don’t know what to do,” she cried out. “It’s building. The heat. What do I do?”
“Let it go. Listen to my voice. Let your body take over, Venus.”
Stroke deep and pinch hard. Stroke deep and pinch hard. Pippa felt like she was on fire, burning up, her body frantic for something she couldn’t describe.
“Master, please. What do I do?” she begged.
“Come, Venus. Come for Master,” His low voice urged. “Good girl.”
Stroke deep and pinch hard. Heat flared from her pussy and took over as she spasmed in his arms. His mouth covered hers, his tongue plunging inside. Her hands scrabbled to his head, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close.
“Again,” he ordered.
Stroke deep and pinch hard. Twice.
“Come,” he growled, possessing her mouth.
Again, the fire swept her body, leaving her trembling in its wake. Tony lifted his head and Pippa saw the male satisfaction in his eyes. Some part of her struggled against that.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come for your Master,” he told her, hands turning her toward him. “Absolutely perfect, my Venus.”
His hands cradled her head and he kissed her. Gently, lips brushed over hers, tongue teasing but not penetrating, then tender. His body was tense as he pinned her against the counter. Pippa could feel his erection cradled along her ass crack.
“My perfect Venus. So soft and sweet for me.”
More kisses, trailing along her neck, a nibble on her collarbone and back up her throat. More kisses until she was as weak from them as the orgasms.
“Tony, I can’t stand up,” she whispered.
“Master,” he corrected gently. “Master, my little Venus.”
Before she could say anything, he lifted her in his arms, took three steps, and paused.
“Where’s the bed?”
“The couch,” she replied, smilin
g up at him. “It’s an efficiency.”
“It’s small,” he retorted, carrying her to the couch.
He settled her down, returned to the kitchen, and came back with the bathrobe. He’d fixed his pants and belt, she noticed, wondering at her disappointment at the fact. Tony’s quick eyes caught her expression as he tucked the thick cotton around her.
“Hey, easy now,” he whispered, kneeling between her thighs. One hand cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing her lips. “I thought I’d make another run to the store while you recover.”
She nodded, swallowing back the feeling.
“Uh-huh, Venus, no pouting, even if you are adorable when you do it,” he told her with a bit of a smile. “I saw a couple decent steaks and a few other things. I didn’t get them because, well,” he smiled at her. “Some things are best when shared.”
Pippa managed a smile and a nod. His body stretched up over hers and pressed her back against the couch as his mouth took hers. With a moan, she wrapped her arms around his back, holding him. Her hands moved a little, loving the feel of his muscles even if it was through his clothes.
“Mm, better?” he wondered, lifting his head slightly.
“Better,” she agreed, smiling at him.
“Now, something I want to make sure you understand up front,” he started. “I’m clean, no diseases,” he explained. She nodded. “I’m going to figure you are as well.”
“I am,” she whispered, feeling the heat of a blush on her face.
“Adorable,” he breathed, smiling at her. “Now, I have a couple condoms with me. Where are you in your cycle? Should I get more?”
Her eyes widened. Cycle. Cycle. She counted back and then forward.
“More,” she replied. “I don’t bleed until next weekend.”
“So, you’re ovulating about now,” he murmured, his hands pulling the robe from her shoulders down to her thighs. His fingers traced the contours of her folds, then up to her lower belly. “Why is there something about that information that brings out the caveman in me? To know that, if I took you now without any birth control, you’d probably get pregnant with my child.” His deep blue eyes met hers and the possessiveness and heat had her pussy clenching in need. “I never thought I’d want something like that. That I’d want to take a woman, keep her all to myself, and watch her body as…” he broke off, turning his head. “Sorry. After what you told me earlier, that was crass and cruel.”
