by Abby Gordon
“Sh,” he murmured. “Easy, baby.”
She gasped for air, eyes wide. His thumb brushed her cheek.
“I’m okay,” she panted, quivering as he shifted position and the movement hit nerves. “Oh, oh, right there.”
“Good or bad?” Tony asked, concern in his voice.
“Good,” she said quickly. “All the nerves you touched before.”
His hand went between them as he smiled. “Right here?” His thumb rubbed.
Pippa moaned, her head falling back.
“Guess so,” he deduced. “You like me playing with your clit?”
“Yes, God, yes,” she breathed. “You can play with me all you want right there.”
“I fully intend to,” he promised. “Pippa, look at me.”
With a groan, she blinked at him before her head lolled to the side, eyes closed. Tony chuckled. And his clever thumb flicked over her clit. Her entire body seemed to clench around him.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he told her. “I want you to see me. I want you to know who I am.”
Understanding, almost weeping at the thought of what he was thinking—that she might think it was her stepfather taking her—she opened her eyes, staring fiercely at him.
“You’re the man I want. The only one who makes me burn. The only one who makes me feel safe and wild at the same time.” Her fingers brushed his cheek. “Please, Master, make me come again.”
“Keep your eyes open,” he told her. “And hold on tight.”
His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled nearly all the way out. She started to protest, then felt him drive back in. Pippa caught her breath as he repeated the motion and grunted. Her hands went to the back of his neck, intertwining. Her legs hooked at the ankles.
“More, more, more,” she panted, feeling perspiration start to cover her body.
His mouth covered hers, hard and possessive. Her pussy clenched tight around his cock. Pippa thought she’d burn up as a fire spread and consumed her. Tony’s breathing was heavy in her ear.
His cock pulled part way out of her pussy, not quite as far, but the stroke in was harder and faster than before. And again. In amazement, she watched his expression shift, a fierceness as his eyes narrowed, and she wasn’t sure he even saw her. Harder and faster, his hips moved, pounding her against the door.
“Master,” she breathed.
“Mine,” he growled, eyes snapping to hers. “I’ve got to fuck you, baby. Got to take you.”
“Yes,” she agreed, stunned at the hunger in his gaze.
His hands lifted her slightly and everything she thought she knew about sex went out the window. Fuck. Take. Pippa understood those words now. She was being fucked. Being taken by a man who wasn’t thinking of anything else in life. She could see that in his face. It stunned her. She’d received compliments, dealt with Andy’s sneering, lusty remarks for years, but to have a man so focused on fucking her, on being as intimate and close to her as he could—that was an experience she had consciously avoided.
Now she was glad she had. Because Tony had taken care of her earlier, held her when she’d told him what had happened. He had called her strong and intelligent and beautiful.
His grunts and groans increased and deepened and she caught his jaw clenching. Her legs tightened around his waist. Soon. Soon she’d feel his release. And she wanted all of him. To have all of this man inside her pussy.
Tony buried his head against her shoulder, his entire being focused on stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. Her hands gripped his shoulders. His muscles bunched under her palms, his skin slick with sweat. A low, rough grunt rumbled from his throat and she moaned with her own need. Her muscles clenched around his cock as he thrust back in and his mouth sucked at her neck.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Hold me tight. Try to keep me inside you.”
“I want you inside me,” she told him, her voice low and fierce. “I want you there. Stay there. Part of me.”
“I’m trying. I swear to God, I’m trying,” he vowed, lips nuzzling her neck.
One arm looped around his neck, holding the back of his head to her. “Yes,” she moaned as he pounded into her. “More, God, more.”
The friction of his movement drove her crazy. The roughness of his crisp pubic hair rubbed her clit and her nerves went wild. The fire was building, and she whimpered, frantic for her release.
Tony grunted as he pounded her, pinning her to the door.
“Master,” Pippa begged. “Please. Please.”
“Come for me,” he commanded as he stroked inside her. One of his hands went between them and his thumb found her clit. “Come, baby,” he urged, teasing the nub.
The fire surged through her veins and her muscles clamped down like a vise on his cock. She curved her head against his neck to smother her cry. As her body thrashed in his arms, Tony stroked one more time, jolted against her, and stiffened.
Pippa caught her breath as she felt the hot rush into her womb. With her pussy walls tight around him, she felt each pulse of his release. Closing her eyes, she sighed and smiled. “Oh, yes.”
Lifting his head, Tony heard her barely audible words and saw her face. The sexual satisfaction and fulfillment there made him want to roar and beat his chest. Heaving in air, he smiled down at her and brushed damp tendrils from her forehead. Gathering her to him he kissed her sweaty brow. Even now, his cock was still pumping every last drop. She was his. Just his. God, he couldn’t believe it. This sweet, delicate, strong, amazing woman was all his.
His eyes focused on the door. The door.
“Jesus, your first time and I take you against the damned door like an animal,” he muttered. “I finger-fuck you in the kitchen then fuck you against the damned door. No finesse, no sophistication, no—”
“It was marvelous,” she told him, opening her eyes and smiling. “God, it was incredible. Is it always like that?”
“No, usually I get a woman to a bed, caress her a bit—”
Pippa growled. He blinked as her hand caught the back of his head and she glared at him.
“Which you’re never doing again to anyone but me.”
“Well, yes, but—”
“I meant, is it always that…” She frowned as she tried to find the right words. “I mean, is it always so wild and fantastic? I feel like I could run a marathon, but I’m pretty sure my legs won’t even carry me to the couch.”
Relieved, Tony chuckled and kissed her. Her response was immediate. Lips parting, tongue darting out to meet his and tangle, tug, explore. She moaned and he felt his dick harden inside her.
“God, you’re going to think all I want from you is nonstop fucking,” he breathed.
“Sounds good to me,” she replied, hands sweeping down his chest. “When do I get to touch you like you did to me?”
Hips pinning her to the door, he cradled her face with his hands to hold her still for a kiss. He tried to pour everything into it—all his lust, all his desire, all his protection, all of him. Feeling her arms move around his neck, he knew she understood.
“How about after I feed you?” suggested Tony. “After we’ve both eaten a bit and recovered.” Her disgruntled pout sent his ego soaring. She was adorable, and he’d have to be on his guard because she would quickly learn how she affected him. “Too much nonstop sex can make you sore, baby. I don’t want you to feel anything but pleasure when I touch you.”
Her eyes peered up at him, as if she was trying to assess the odds of talking him out of waiting. Tony tried to keep his expression stern. Finally, she sighed and nodded.
“All right, mostly because I know nothing about any of this. But when I do, buster, you’re—”
“Buster?” He blinked. “Oh, I don’t think so, baby.” Tony shook his head. “Boy, do you have a lot to learn.”
“Yes, I do,” Pippa agreed, tightening her arms and pulling herself to his chest. “How are you at teaching?”
She rubbed her body against his. With a gr
oan, he buried his face against her neck. “I might have to tie you up to get you to behave.”
“Do you like that idea?” wondered Pippa, her voice not showing a hint of concern at the thought.
The mental image of her in his playroom—gagged, tied so her arms and legs were spread, or her bound to a horse, all her sweet holes available—had his cock hardening inside her. Pippa giggled and undulated her hips.
“Guess so,” she murmured.
“Pippa,” he said sternly.
She sighed again and smiled innocently. “Yes, master?”
Tony just shook his head, kissed the top of hers and, griping her waist firmly, pulled his cock from her pussy. Her whimper and the way her pussy walls tried to keep him inside nearly had him plunging back inside.
With obvious reluctance, she unhooked her ankles and let her feet drop to the floor.
“Can you walk?” he wondered.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted, holding onto his forearms. “If I can’t, it’s all your fault.”
“I’ll take full responsibility,” drawled Tony with a smile. He stepped back, watching her face. She bent to pick up her clothes and he beat her to them, scooping them up. “Nope,” he told her. “I think I like the idea of being able to touch your pussy without having to remove any clothes. Being able to just reach out, like this.” He put his hand between her legs and fondled her folds. Their combined juices coated his fingers and he cupped his palm against her. “And play with you.”
She moaned.
“You are so damned responsive,” he growled.
“Is that good?”
“Damn good for me, baby,” Tony told her, then leered at her. “I’ll have you sit on my lap while we eat and play with your clit to make you come until you’re absolutely exhausted.”
Her jaw dropped at the suggestion and he grinned, handing her pants and panties to her.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Put your clothes away,” he added, turning and gathering up the bags. “Oh, does Jessica have any candleholders? The man at the store said power might go out.”
“Um, I can look,” she said slowly.
In the kitchen, he glanced over and saw her still at the door, staring at the clothes she held. Tony grinned. Clearly, she was having trouble getting over the idea of him just reaching out and playing with her pussy. Putting away the food, stuffing the small fridge, he kept the steaks out and searched the cabinets. Pippa moved about, folding her things and placing them on the wardrobe shelf, finally joining him.
“What can I do to help?” she asked.
“It’s too early for wine, I guess,” he replied regretfully. “On the plane, I didn’t eat. Just did some work and then slept. How about sandwiches and tea?”
Nodding, she got out the fixings and they worked side-by-side. She prepared lunch while he, finding a glass pan, prepared a marinade for the steaks for dinner. It was something he’d never done with a woman and he liked doing it with her.
“You’ll teach me, won’t you?” Pippa asked, putting the plates on a tray. “What I’m supposed to know to be your submissive?”
“I will,” he promised, holding her. “You’ve got the basics already, really. It’s in your nature. The hardest thing for me is going to be not wearing you out.” His hands stroked down her back to her ass and squeezed, holding her to his groin. “Honestly, all I want to do is drag you to the floor and take you. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
“Please. Keep them on me,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “I love it. I never thought I’d say that, but I love the feel of your hands on my body.”
Keeping an eye on her face, he slid his right hand down her spine, slowly going along her ass crack. His left hand spread across her lower back to hold her to him. The middle finger pressed against her back hole. Pippa gasped, trying to get away, but his arm held her still. Like a frightened animal, her body trembled as he pushed the tip against her sphincter muscles then past.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I’ve never done that.”
For a moment, he simply stayed still, his finger only a knuckle inside her ass. Gradually, her breathing calmed down. His left hand caught the back of her neck, fingers massaging.
“I have a special room in my apartment,” he told her. “I haven’t used it, but I’ve been gathering things. Things I wanted to use with the right submissive.” He eased her around into the corner where the countertops met. “A few favorite pieces from the sex club I belong to.” Her jaw went slack. “A Saint Andrew’s cross where she, you,” he emphasized, “would be tied, facing front or back, depending on how I wanted to play with you. A padded horse that I could tie you over, put toys in your pussy and ass.” His finger pushed further in. “And then, I move to the front and fuck your mouth as the toys in you vibrate until you come whether you’ve been given permission or not.”
“You…”
Tony watched her trying to process it all.
“And one of my favorites is the exam table. Like in a doctor’s office.” He smiled. “You’re strapped on, naked of course, and I can tease you, play with your sensitive nerves, and when we’re both on edge, I just step in between your legs and take you.”
“Toys? Horse?” She shook her head at the overload of information.
“There’s a club here in London as well,” he continued. “We should be able to find a few hours to visit. We can discover what you like as well.”
“I’m still trying to get past your finger in my arsehole,” Pippa told him. “And that you think your cock will fit without me needing to go to hospital as I’m bleeding to death.”
“I’m not going to fuck your ass until you’re ready.”
“I’m pretty sure that will never happen,” she stated.
“Oh, my sweet Venus,” Tony murmured, pushing his finger in all the way. Pippa gasped, jerking in his arms before she settled down. “It’s about the most submissive thing you can do for your Master. It shows absolute trust in me. Trust that I made sure you were ready, stretched for my cock so that I don’t hurt you.”
“Can we wait on that?” she asked plaintively. “I’m still getting used to regular sex and the whole submissive thing.”
Smiling, he eased his finger from her hole, noting the easing of panic on her face.
“We can’t do it now anyway because I’ve no way to prepare you. And I won’t risk hurting you.”
She smiled up at him. The relief and absolute trust that shone in her eyes staggered him. For the first time, Tony felt like the Dom he’d always said he was. It was one thing, he realized, to have submissives at the club trust you not to hurt them, to stop when they said their safe words—there were safeguards to ensure that—other Doms who would step in, O’Grady’s monitoring systems, and the repercussions if you stepped out of line. To have one woman, the one who made his body vibrate when she was near, trust him was a very different thing.
Pippa was his—to dominate, to pleasure, to fuck, to discipline, to take care of, to play with—everything, in every way. He recalled Bronson trying to coax him to the club, and his reluctance because of Pippa. He hadn’t fully understood it then. Now, having had her, everything fell into place.
“My perfect Pippa,” he whispered, kissing her.
Chapter Seven
Even as her mind tried to make sense of what he’d just said—playroom, cross, horse, exam table and toys, especially about fucking her arse—Pippa believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt her. His determination to protect her radiated from him. The careful way he watched her face and body, in his touch, and now, as his mouth covered hers. Pippa realized she’d fallen head over heels in love with a man she didn’t really know.
One hand kneaded her ass cheeks, holding her against his semi-erect cock. The other held her head still at the perfect angle for his kiss. Her hands came up and caught his upper arms, holding on as she leaned into his body. His body trapped her even as it shielded and protected her from everything that might come afte
r her. After years of being battered by life, the shelter he offered was a haven she’d never imagined.
Finally, when they were both breathless, he raised his head slightly. They stared at each other and Pippa knew that he’d felt something as well.
“I get to take care of you, right?” she said hesitantly. “Maybe not the way you take care of me, but there are things I can do, aren’t there? I’ve no idea what, but there has to be.”
Appreciation for her words in his eyes, Tony nodded. Pippa wondered if he realized his fingers were moving on her. One hand constantly kneading her ass cheek, the other her neck. As if he really couldn’t keep his hands off her.
“There are,” he told her. “It’s much like any other relationship except for the, well…”
“The sex part of it,” she guessed.
“That and a few other things,” he agreed.
“Such as? And I haven’t been in a relationship, so I don’t know that either.”
A furrow appeared between his eyes as if he hadn’t considered that either.
“We definitely need to talk,” Tony finally said. “If,” and he hauled her firmly against his hard body, “I can keep from pulling you under me and taking your pussy again.”
Looping her arms around his neck, Pippa smiled up at him. “You’re not hearing me complaining, are you?”
“No, I’m not and I can’t tell you what that does for my ego after the past two weeks.” He kissed her thoroughly then reluctantly let her go. “Let’s eat and see if I can make it twenty minutes without fucking you.”
“I could set the timer,” she suggested, giving him a saucy grin as she picked up the tray.
“There’s a thought,” he murmured.
She had the feeling he was watching her even as he washed his hands. Confirmation came as she bent slightly to put the tray on the coffee table. He came up behind her before she could straighten, tucking her against him.
“You have got the cutest, heart-shaped ass,” his voice, warm and low, whispered. His hands parted her thighs. “Absolutely grippable, and your ass cheeks fit perfectly in my hands.”
