by Abby Gordon
“You are such a good obedient submissive, Venus, that your body can’t come without your master’s permission. Without my command.”
“Master,” she pleaded, her eyes entreating.
She didn’t dispute the power he had over her. If anything, he marveled, she seemed to revel in it. It was security to her, he realized.
“Master, please. Please.”
Tony moved his head so hers was trapped between his cheek and his shoulder. His fingers stroked and pinched. Her body writhed, her moans filling his ear. He rubbed the sides of their heads together and whispered.
“Come.”
Heat swept through her at Master’s command. Secure in his arms, her body was free to enjoy the exquisite pain and pleasure only he could give her. His teeth nipped her ear lobe.
“Come.”
Again, her pussy exploded, and she cried out as his mouth covered hers. Eagerly, she responded, tangling her tongue with his. If only she could make him feel the way she did. To know the rapture he gave her with his touch, his whispered orders to come.
“Master,” she breathed. “My pussy is empty. I need your cock.”
“Excellent,” he murmured, his breathing heavy. He pulled the tee over her head. “My cock needs your pussy.”
As he had earlier, he bent her over the counter so her breasts flattened against the surface.
“Remember this from this morning?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
“This is what I wanted to do in the club.”
She heard the soft whisper of his boxers sliding down his legs to puddle near their feet. His hands parted her thighs as he stepped between them. Closing her eyes, she felt his erection being guided to her pussy.
“What am I going to do to you, Venus?”
His voice was low, husky and she could hear a need that mirrored her own.
“Fuck my pussy, Master,” she answered, her voice trembling.
She was so ready for him, she’d be surprised if she didn’t come as soon as he filled her. But she wouldn’t. She knew she wouldn’t. He hadn’t told her she could. So, she wouldn’t.
“Damn straight I am,” he growled, driving his shaft into her. “Oh, fuck, you’re so wet and tight.”
His hands clenched her hips.
“My Hephaestus,” she whispered.
“What was that?” he asked, his upper body coming down on hers.
“My Hephaestus. The only man who can take me, control me.” She twisted her head to see his face. “The only one who can make me come.”
Heat flared in his eyes and he started his fucking. No preliminaries this time. And she understood. The first time since his proposal and her acceptance. They’d talked so much and come to understand each other. She arched her lower back and then whimpered in pain as he stroked so hard into her she was sure she felt him go as far as humanly possible. And felt his body freeze.
“Pippa? Are you all right?”
It stunned her. In the middle of fucking her, he’d stopped in a heartbeat, worried he’d hurt her.
“I’m all right,” she assured him. “But I don’t think you can go any further in me.”
“Thank God,” he murmured, relief in his voice. “You sure?”
“Any further, you might come out through my throat.”
“Not that way,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to the middle of her back. “I keep forgetting how small you are.”
She twisted slightly and gave him a hard look. “I’m not small. Your cock is large.”
Giving her an “oh, did you really say that?” glance, Tony smacked her thigh.
“I can see I’m going to have to start on your discipline, Venus.”
“Please do, Master,” she smiled.
His left hand tangled in her hair and brought her up for a kiss. When she was breathless, that same hand kept its grip and held her to the counter. Pippa closed her eyes. Oh, she was in for it now.
His thrusts were so hard and strong she was driven up onto her tiptoes.
“Master, Master,” she chanted, pleading, gasping.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he repeated back to her.
God, she was his. His. And he couldn’t get enough of her in anyway. Releasing her hair, he griped her hips to hold them still. And hammered into her, but careful not to go as far as he had before. That had frightened him, and Tony knew his one fear now. Her being hurt. Especially by him.
But this. Him fucking her.
“Master, I’m burning up,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He wanted her on the edge, hanging there, until he was nearly there. Then…holding tight, he pulled back.
“Come,” he commanded, thrusting back in.
Instantly, her pussy became a vise on his cock. He smiled as his Venus trembled, and her pleas became soft gasps of pleasure. Pull out. Deep breath, knowing this would do it.
“Come, Venus,” he demanded just as he stroked in.
The tight walls clamped around him as she arched up off the counter. He pumped his release into her. His arms wrapped around her and brought her back to his chest. He couldn’t fucking resist. His fingers went to her nipples. A quick pinch and twist. She gasped and thrashed about.
“Come.”
Her body jolted harder than ever and then she collapsed in his embrace.
Tony managed to hold onto her sweat-slicked body and smiled. He’d done it. In just a few hours, he’d completely mastered control of this woman. He hadn’t thought something like that could be possible. But she’d gone from a hesitant, frightened virgin, because he sure as hell didn’t consider the rape as taking her innocence, to a submissive, almost slave, responding instantly to his voice and then passing out from an orgasm.
Holding his Pippa, Tony kissed her damp face and eased his cock from her pussy. Even unconscious, she murmured a protest.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he assured her, turning her in his arms. “I’ve got you.”
With a sigh, she relaxed completely into sleep. Smiling, he picked her up and carried her to the couch.
“Good thing we’d already pulled out the bed,” he observed, laying her gently on the sheets. Covering her up, he sat on the edge and watched her a moment, fingers brushing her sweaty hair from her face. “Oh, my Pippa. My sweet Pippa.”
Bending down, he kissed her temple before getting up. Turning off the lights, he picked up her tee and his boxers, putting them in the laundry bag. Outside, the storm kicked into a higher gear. Tony stood by the window a few minutes, watching the freezing rain mix with snow. A tremendous gust nearly bent the thick oak tree across the street. He could hear the cracking as branches broke off. Then the street lights went out. Glancing down the street, he saw that every window was dark.
“Well, I guess we timed dinner well,” he commented.
Going to the mattress, he got under the covers, pulled Pippa to him, smiling as she curled into his body, and tugged the blanket over them.
Chapter Ten
The light woke him. Blinking, Tony turned his head and smiled. The storm had blown itself out during the night. He glanced at the wall clock. Eleven o’clock. Jet lag, lots of sex, food, talk, more sex. Crash, boom, bang, out go the lights, and more sex. No wonder he’d slept so long. He frowned, realizing he was in bed alone. Sitting up, he looked around and saw her on the other side of the couch, wearing a skin-tight blue leotard that was damp with sweat.
Seeing his head appear over the cushions, she pulled one of the ear buds out.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted him. “Feel better?”
“I’d be feeling perfect if I wasn’t alone in bed,” he replied.
“I thought I’d get my ballet in,” she answered, rising up on her toes, then bending over at her waist. “I’m nearly done.”
“Please. Continue.”
Turning, he settled his forearms on the back of the couch to watch.
Fingers resting lightly on the top, she was focused, mouth moving as she counted. Her right foo
t went up on her toes while her left leg bent and her left heel moved rapidly from front to back of her right ankle. The left foot joined the right and her left arm swept up over her head. She leaned back, blonde braid falling back in a gold rope.
Tony’s fingers itched to grab it, use it to haul her over the back of the couch and…He restrained himself. This is important to her, he reminded himself. Slowly, she straightened, bent side to side, and then forward again, the braid slithering along her back to drop over her head.
He couldn’t help it. “Well, now I know why you’re so flexible, sweetheart.”
A bubble of laughter escaped her throat. “And you haven’t seen me do the splits yet.”
“Really?” he asked delightedly. His dick loved the possibilities.
With a grin, she turned on her toes to face him. “Watch.”
He went up on his knees to peer over the couch as she slowly lowered. His eyes widened as her legs spread farther apart until she was on the floor.
“Holy crap.” He stared at her grinning face. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“No, but it took a while to stretch to be able to do this.”
“I’ll bet,” he commented. “I think I pulled a groin muscle just watching you.”
“Don’t do that, please,” she requested, easing to her left and coming up on one knee before standing. “I rather like all your muscles in that area working properly without injury.”
Smiling up at her, he nodded. “I prefer that as well.”
They heard thudding on the stairwell a few seconds before there was a banging on the door.
“Open up,” came the command. “MPD.”
“What’s MPD?” he whispered.
“Metropolitan Police Division,” she replied, going to the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of boxers for him. Tossing them to him, she went to the door. “Identification, please?”
“Is this Miss Sheldon?” came the deep voice. “Are you all right, Miss?”
“Of course, I’m all right,” she replied, rising on her toes. “Damn it. Sorry, I’m too short to see through the peephole. I’m going to open the door but keep the chain in place.”
Boxers on, Tony came toward her as she turned the knob. As the leather wallet was pushed through, the man holding it saw Tony.
“It’s him,” he exclaimed, shoving the door open.
With a small scream, Pippa stumbled back as the chain broke.
“Pippa…”
Tony jumped to catch her, but two uniformed men burst through and intercepted him.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” one ordered as they grabbed his biceps and forced him to his knees. “You stay away from her.”
“What the hell is this?” he demanded. “What’s going on?”
“We received a call that you had abducted Miss Sheldon and were holding her against her will after breaking into Miss Munroe’s flat,” the second cop with a bushy red mustache replied, pulling out handcuffs.
“Now wait just a damned minute,” Tony protested.
“He didn’t abduct me,” Pippa insisted. “And who would call and say…”
When she stopped, Tony turned his head and then followed her gaze.
Andy Munchson strutted through the door. Behind him was a tall, distinguished man about ten years older than Tony, and behind him stood three men in jeans and leather jackets.
“You bloody bastard,” hissed Pippa, pointing her finger at him and stabbing the air. “You leaked Jessica’s name and address to the tabloids two weeks ago and now you’ve lied to the police about this.”
“You disappeared from work three days ago,” Andy said pompously, glancing at the man behind him. “Fortunately, my men—”
“Your thugs,” she snapped, moving away from him.
“My men were following you and able to pinpoint where Mr. Henderson dragged you off the bus.”
“In broad daylight?” she sneered, turning to the constables. “Surrounded by people? Without kicking up a fuss?”
“Well, you are here, Miss Sheldon,” the first pointed out, “in Miss Munroe’s flat, when she’s not here. With Mr. Henderson.”
“Oh, bugger it,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I’ll settle this mess.” She stalked over to where her cell phone was and tapped the screen. “She’s not going to like this at all. I’ll put it on speaker.”
“Bloody hell, Pippa,” Jessica’s voice muttered. “What is it with you and waking me up? I realize it’s eleven there, but it’s barely six here.”
“Sorry, Jess. I forgot.”
“No problem,” she sighed. “Sean got up an hour ago to shower and go over some things. I was trying to go back to sleep but he came back in—”
“No details,” Pippa said quickly, glancing at the men.
Jessica’s laughter was low and full. “Got it. No details. Oh, hey, Tony made it in, didn’t he? I was sure one of you would call us, but Sean was certain you’d be, um, busy.”
Tony watched Pippa blush and held still. He didn’t say another word as the steel clasped his wrists. As Pippa had trusted him, he trusted her. Her eyes met his and he nodded. She smiled.
“Yeah, I wanted to thank you for letting us use your flat.”
There was a slight pause that could be excused as a delay caused by a satellite relay. And Jessica, bless her, caught on that something was going on.
“Well, of course. With Andy’s goons following you around…”
“You bitch,” Andy burst out, avoiding the reaching hand of the well-dressed man.
He started for Pippa and Tony lurched to his feet and stepped forward, his momentum briefly dragging both officers with him. The man in the tailored overcoat reached for Andy.
Jessica’s voice stopped each one in their tracks. “Pippa, what is that arsehole doing in my flat?” she demanded. “You call the constables right now and tell them there’s been a break-in and he’s trespassing. God, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t broken his nose or a few ribs if he’s that close to you.”
“I would,” Tony spoke up, deciding that every year on this date he was sending Jessica a dozen red roses. “Except he lied to the police, saying I’d kidnapped Pippa three days ago, brought her here, and broke into your apartment.”
“Flat,” Pippa and Jessica chorused a correction.
Tony rolled his eyes.
“Three days ago?” Jessica echoed, puzzlement in her voice. “That’s not possible. Three days ago, you were in New York City. Sean called and talked to you and Adam in Adam’s apartment before we flew in. It was only two and a half days ago I gave you the key to my flat before you got on the plane at LaGuardia.”
“I think that settles that issue,” the first officer decided, quickly unlocking the cuffs. “Sorry about that, Mr. Henderson.”
“Not at all,” he murmured, rubbing his wrists free of the steel sensation and going straight to Pippa’s side. He pointed at Andy. “You, you fucking bastard. Come near Pippa again or make another leering remark at her, and you will never be able to see or talk again.” He recalled the police and glanced at them. “Sorry about that.”
“I don’t think I heard anything,” the senior man remarked, glancing at his partner. “You, Harry?”
“Not a thing.”
Tony grinned at them.
“What is going on here? What are you talking about?” the gentleman demanded, green eyes narrowed.
“Good heavens,” Jessica’s voice drawled. “You are entertaining people this morning, aren’t you, Pip?”
“Miss Munroe,” the man started, scowling at the phone Pippa held.
“It’s actually Miss Longworth, Sir Lincoln,” Pippa corrected him. “Or is there another higher French title we should use, Jess?”
“Longworth works for now, thank you,” Jessica replied. “Sir Iain Lincoln, I’ll see your English barony and raise you a French comte.”
“Excuse me?” Sir Iain Lincoln frowned.
“Perhaps proper introductions are in order,” Pippa spoke up, a twinkle in her eyes
. “Sir Iain Lincoln, Baron of Jonal, this is my friend, Miss Jessica Longworth, daughter of Henry and Dominique Longworth. The painter…” she prompted. Tony saw a dawning awareness in the man’s expression. “And Dominique was the only child of the Comte and Comtesse de la Lavendal de Provence. Which means Jessica is the only heir to the title.”
“Good God,” he breathed, seemingly staggered that his former assistant bartender was a Comtesse-to-be.
“And now my fiancée,” a male voice joined Jessica’s over the phone. “Good grief, Tony, checking things off that list, aren’t you?”
“Doing what I can,” he replied, hoping Sean would fill him in without making it obvious.
“Iain, Sean Livingston here. You may not have noticed yet, but I don’t have my usual reservations at the Lincoln for the London premiere of my movie next week. Because of how the incident two weeks ago was handled, I don’t want my fiancée anywhere near the Lincoln, especially around your cousin.”
“She broke the rules,” Iain replied defensively. “When we discovered her—”
“I’m referring to the issue of her name, photograph, and address being leaked to the press,” Sean cut in, his voice hard. “Britain does have laws about privacy and certain information being kept secure, doesn’t it?”
“We are having that investigated,” Iain replied quickly. “The three people in personnel all insist they did not but—”
“Of course, they didn’t,” Pippa interrupted and gestured at Andy. “He did it, and everyone on staff knows. Word got out because no one likes or respects him. Rumors are all over the city. And, because your cousin did it, business has dropped the past fortnight. The club and dining room traffic have gone down thirty percent. As have the shops on the mezzanine. And as of four days ago, room occupancy has dropped to sixty percent. None of your guests trust you to keep their information safe if you can’t even keep an employee’s information secure.”
“Just how would a club waitress know all that?” Iain wondered.
“Because she’s the second youngest sommelier on record and absolutely brilliant,” Jessica answered. “Oh, Pippa, Grandpère and Grandmama left right after the premiere last night. They’ll be getting in…Oh, I guess any time now that the storm is over and the airports get back on schedule. Grandpère wants to talk to you about working for the champagne vineyard. I gave them your number and Tony’s, so they’ll be calling once they’re checked into the Armitage.”
