by Brandi Evans
Palpable rage radiated from him, wrapping around her throat like ethereal fingers until she could hardly breathe. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“That’s really none of your business,” she forced out.
“Like hell it’s not. I’m your goddamned husband.” He took a step toward her, but Brock mirrored the move, putting himself ever-so-discreetly between her and Eugene. No, not exactly between them, more like positioned himself so he could intercept Eugene if need be. The noble act gave her the strength to say what needed to be said.
“No, you’re not. Our divorce might not be official yet, but you lost the right to call yourself my husband when you fucked your first mistress.”
The color drained from her husband’s face, a perfect mixture of embarrassment and resentment deepened the red of his cheeks. Like he didn’t already know she knew. Had he actually taken the time to read her divorce petition? Multiple acts of infidelity was cited in the “causes” section.
“What is it, Eugene?” she asked. “Cat got your tongue?”
He recovered his ability to speak, spewing verbal venom right at her. “At least I didn’t sleep with your fucking sister.” He flapped a hand in Brock’s direction. “That’s a low blow for even a stupid bitch like—”
Brock exploded into the argument like a bull raging from a chute, getting up close and personal with his brother. “If you value your pathetic little life, you’d better stop that sentence right there.”
Eugene took three stumbling steps backward. The expression on his face exclaiming loud and clear, Okay, okay, I’m backing off.
And in that moment, love cascaded through her. Every question she’d pondered and fretted about on the drive over here was answered in pristine clarity. Without a doubt, without any hesitation, she loved Brock. She might spend the next fifty years of her life sick to her stomach because of their roller-coaster relationship, but she’d take every twist and drop with a smile so long as Brock was in the seat beside her.
She looped her arm through Brock’s. “I appreciate the support, sweetheart. I really do. But this is my fight. Let me deal with it.”
His eyes darted from her to Eugene and then back again before he finally nodded, although given the way his gaze loitered on his brother he wasn’t happy about stepping down from the role of Immediate Defender.
He stepped behind her, giving her the freedom to fight her own battle—something Eugene would have never allowed. “Face it, Eugene, our marriage is over, as is our business partnership.”
“Like hell it is. It’s over when I say it’s over.”
Viv ignored the not-so-veiled threat. “Please leave, Eugene, and if you have anything else to say to me, go through my attorney. Brock and I have nothing else to say to you.”
Eugene forced out a laugh so fake Viv cringed, although the chuckle didn’t make her cringe near as much as his next words. “You are such a stupid bitch. The only reason my holier-than-thou brother pretended to tolerate you while you were sick was because I paid him to.”
“Offered to pay,” Brock said before Eugene’s words really had a chance to sink in. “I didn’t take a goddamn penny from you.”
“Yes, Eugene, I know about your request,” Viv said with a bravado she didn’t quite feel. Brock hadn’t mentioned that last little tidbit but it didn’t matter. She knew Brock loved her, and she loved him. “Regardless of how Brock came into my life, he came into it. And he loved me when I needed it most, which is more than I can fucking say about you.” She pointed her index finger at her husband. “I’m done with you. For good. And if you don’t leave in the next five seconds, I won’t hesitate to call the cops and file a restraining order against you.”
“You fucking bitch.” Eugene lunged at her, his rage almost palpable, but Brock intercepted the advance. He clipped Eugene with a shoulder about as big as the Rocky Mountains. The collision was like watching a train hit a tiny Smart Car.
Eugene flew backward and smacked ass first against the hardwood floor, skittering across the room like a human hockey puck. Brock, on the other hand, was unfazed by the collision.
“I believe the woman told you to get out, brother.”
“Fuck you.” Eugene spat the words as he pushed back to his feet. “Fuck both of you.” He took a step toward Brock but immediately stopped. Smart move on his part. Eugene threatening his brother was about as intimidating as a mouse threatening a lion. “I swear I’ll make it my mission to take you both down.”
And with his last threat uttered, Eugene finally, finally made his exit, taking all her adrenaline-amped bravery with him. The second the door slammed shut—because what dramatic exit wasn’t complete without a slamming door—her knees gave out.
Holy Christ.
“Hey,” Brock murmured, wrapping her in his arms. “It’s okay. I’m here, love.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m here.”
She held on to him for all she was worth. She didn’t deserve his comfort, let alone his love. “I’m so sorry, Brock,” she sobbed into his chest. “Sorry for exploding back into your life. For the things I said back in your office. For what Eugene said about ruining your career—”
“Shh.” He tilted her face for a quick brush of lips. “I have what really matters right here in my arms. Let Eugene take my career, take my clients. I don’t give a rat’s ass.” He tilted her face up for a quick brush of lips. “I don’t care. As long as I have you, everything else is just icing on the fucking cake.”
A fresh wave of tears warmed her cheeks, but Brock immediately brushed them away. So gentle, so intimate. God, it was such a Brock thing to do.
“I love you, Vivian Michaels. Nothing else matters more to me in this entire fucking world.”
She smiled through her tears. “I love you too, but I don’t know how much longer I can stay on this emotional roller coaster. Just promise me there will be no more lies, no more secrets between us. From here on out, we start fresh?”
His gorgeous eyes turned turbulent. “I’d like nothing more.”
“Same here.”
A triumphant smile turning his sexy lips, Brock crushed his mouth against hers. In an instant, his entire body enveloped her, lifted her, forced her back against the wall. His hands groped at her, roamed over her clothes. Then slipped beneath them.
She tightened her arms around his neck, practically climbing his body to kiss him harder. Desire coursed through her, sending a river of lust straight to her core. Her pussy hummed with a need only Brock could satisfy. Her Dom. Her…
“Master.” She moaned the word into his mouth. It was the most reverent sound she’d ever made.
Like when she’d called him Master at the club, every muscle in his body stiffened. “I told you not to use that word with me unless you meant it.”
“I remember, Master.” She tightened her arms and legs around him so she could rock her sex against the growing bulge in his jeans. “Your sub completely and totally understands.”
What she could only describe as pure ecstasy seized his handsome face, his smile so sexily spectacular, she felt close to coming from simply being near him.
No doubt about it, she one hundred percent belonged to Brock Michaels.
“I don’t fuck gently, little sub,” he said, echoing the words he’d used before taking her the first time. “I don’t play games. I don’t relinquish control. And I don’t stop until I’m finished.” He pressed her harder against the wall. “If we move forward today, I will never let you go. Do you understand what that means?”
“Yes Sir,” she whispered. “It means I’ll belong to you.”
“Mine, totally and completely? To do with as I please?”
“Yes, Master. Now and for as long as you’ll have me.”
He grinned. “Then prove it, little sub.”
“How, Master?”
“I’m going to get some things from the bedroom. While I’m gone, I want you to strip, go sit on the couch and get those legs open so you can play with yourself. I wa
nt your sweet pussy drenched by the time I get back. Understood?”
She jutted her lower lip out, giving him her best “puppy dog” impression. “But my pussy’s already drenched, Master.”
“In that case…” He slapped her ass, shocking her, arousing her. “Make yourself come. I want to hear you screaming by the time I walk back in here. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He placed her back on the ground. “Now go.”
“Yes, Master.”
Vivian ran for the couch, shedding her clothes as she went. She plopped buck-naked onto the sofa, her eyes immediately seeking out Master, but he was nowhere to be seen, which meant she didn’t have much time.
She sliced her fingers through her folds, saturated the digits in her wetness then fingered her clit. She bit her bottom lip as the sensitive little bud sent trickles of sensation shooting out. She was drenched—and more turned-on than she’d realized.
She wrapped her free arm beneath a knee and wrenched her legs wider. The idea Brock could walk back in at any second spurred her on and she rubbed her clit faster, harder.
“I don’t hear any screaming,” Brock called from somewhere upstairs.
She jerked as the first hint of orgasm unfurled in her belly. “I’m c-close, Sir.” Her head smashed against the back of the couch. “Oh god.”
She worked her moist flesh with greater enthusiasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and pleasure finally broke through her body.
Her legs jerked, her belly spasmed, but she never stopped the attention she was giving to that wonderfully sensitive bud. “I’m coming, Sir. I’m—oh god.”
Footfalls sounded across the room. “You were cutting it close there, little sub.” Planting his hands on either side of her thighs, he pressed until her legs were as wide as they’d go. “But I’ll let that slide because your pussy looks fabulous.”
She smiled through her ebbing pleasure, his words from the dungeon coming back to her. “All red and juicy like an apple, Sir?”
“Quite possibly. But I’d better find out for sure.” He tugged her hand away and buried his face between her legs.
She screamed out his name.
Vivian was redder and juicier than any apple Brock had ever eaten, sweeter too, and he never wanted to stop worshiping her glorious pussy. He licked at her, sucked on her labia, jiggled her clit around until she went stiff again.
“Masteeeeer!”
Smiling against her heat, he eased two fingers into her and quickly found her G-spot. Gentle fingertips pressed and stroked against the jumble of nerves, drawing out her climax.
Her pussy quivered around his fingers. She clawed at the cushions, the move giving her just enough leverage to rock her sex against his face. And through it all, he kept right on eating her, feasting on her until the last quiver of pleasure flittered from her body and she went limp.
“You’re so responsive, little sub. It pleases me very much.”
He sat back on his haunches so he could get a better look at her, but he left his fingers right where they were, his thumb occasionally giving her clit a swipe. Every time the pad made contact with the distended bud, she inhaled sharply. He’d probably be able to make her come again with very little effort. Actually, there was no probably about it. He could make her come with very little effort.
Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “I’m glad I please you, Sir.”
“Always.” He curved a hand around the back of her neck and drew her in for a quick kiss. “I’m going to enjoy finding different ways to make you come, to control your pleasure.”
He grabbed the linked ankle cuffs from where he’d dropped them. They were such a simple device, but they kept his sub’s legs wrapped firmly around him—or wherever the hell else he decided to put them.
He secured her ankles then, making sure the two sections were linked together, pushed her feet up. “Are you flexible enough to secure this strap behind your head, pet?”
She shook her head. “No, Master, but I can hold it for you.”
“Very good answer.” He rewarded her submission by giving her cunt one last kiss before rolling a condom into place—and then ramming himself home.
Her pussy was so drenched from her previous climaxes he breached her with ease and wasted no time settling into a hard-and-fast rhythm. He jabbed his cock into her with everything he had, his position giving him an incredible view of his length pistoning in and out of her wet cunt, his sex gleaming with the evidence of the orgasms he’d already given her.
“Master,” she panted, tugging her ankle restraints higher. The slight change in position allowed him to stroke deeper. Her pussy was still quivering, adding to the already intense sensation of her wet heat wrapped around him.
“Tell me you belong to me,” he ordered.
“I belong to you, Master. Yes.” Her leg muscles flexed. She inhaled, a sharp gasp that betrayed how near to climax he’d already gotten her.
He leaned forward, his palms pressing against her inner thighs, forcing her deeper into the sofa cushions and plunging his cock deeper still. “I’m about to come,” he panted, “and I want your hot little pussy quivering around my cock when I do. Understand?”
“Y-yes…” Breath jerked in and out of her lungs. “Master.”
“Good.” He pounded into her cunt without mercy, her cries spurring him on.
She screamed as he fucked her, begged him to take her harder, and he did his manly best to keep her yelling his name for as long as he could. He crammed his cock in and out of her. Faster and faster. He wanted to push her pleasure as high as humanly possible.
She went rigid.
“Fight it, little sub,” he commanded. “I’m not quite ready yet.”
“Can’t. Need to…” Her head flopped back and forth. “Please, Master. Pl—”
“Just a few more seconds…” Pleasure shot from his balls. Fuck yeah…he was in free-fall. “Now.”
Her pussy convulsed around his cock as his climax enveloped him. Rushing pleasure took him over, and he rammed balls-deep into her, locking himself inside her as he filled his condom, her quivering channel coaxing every last sliver of bliss from his body.
With a quick tug, he unsnapped her ankle restraints and collapsed forward, resting his head on her chest and enjoying the way her heart pounded. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Master. Brock. Both of you.”
He chuckled, blinding joy filling him. After all the waiting, all the denied passion, he finally had the woman he’d always wanted.
His forbidden submissive was finally his.
“There’s something I want to show you. I’ll be right back.” He jumped to his feet, pointing to her as he moved. “Don’t you dare let those beautiful legs close while I’m gone. Got it?”
“Yes Sir.”
After a quick trip through the kitchen to dispose of his condom, he retrieved a shoebox-sized package from the bottom desk drawer of his office. When he returned to the living room, he smiled at the sight of Viv on his couch. Like a good little sub, she’d kept her legs spread wide, showing off the pussy he’d so thoroughly ravaged.
Did she know how turned on that could make a Dom, seeing how his attentions had taken his sub over the edge, over and over and over again?
“What’s that?” Viv asked, her voice dreamy.
“Info on the German club job.”
She sent him a questioning look. “I thought you turned that down.”
“Not exactly.” He bent low and pressed a quick kiss to her pretty little cunt before dropping onto the couch beside her. “I just haven’t accepted it. They sent me this as enticement.”
“Oh.” She rested her head on his shoulder as he showed her the bushel of photos inside the box. “Wow.”
“That’s a bit of an understatement, don’t you think, pet?”
“No.” She placed her hand on his, stopping him from flipping past a pic of the castle’s front façade. “I mean, it will be more than wow onc
e we’re finished with it.”
“Once we’re finished with it?” He bit back the smile threatening to turn his lips. Did she know where he was going with his bit of show-and-tell?
“Yes…” She kissed his shoulder. “Assuming you don’t mind partnering with me for the design.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.” He tossed the box beside him and tugged Vivian into his lap, her legs straddling him. Her body was still semi-boneless so he had to hug her really close to keep her from falling, which wasn’t exactly a hard chore. “What do you say we drop out of the running for that stupid executive suite job neither of us really seems to want and then head over to Restrained Fantasies? There’s still so much about the lifestyle I’d like to show you before we head to Germany.”
Happiness played with the corner of her lips. “So this trip to the club would be, what…strictly research?”
He grinned. “Absofuckinglutely not.”
About the Author
Brandi Evans is a stay-at-home mom with a serious addiction…the compulsive need to tell sexy stories to whoever will listen.
She brings to life fun, flawed characters with kick-ass-and-take-no-prisoners attitudes who challenge her every step of the writing process. Whether inspiring a hot-and-heavy contemporary, a pulse-pounding suspense or a dark-and-decadent paranormal romance, her muse knows no boundaries. And she likes it that way. When veering outside the box, she never knows where her next story could take her.
Brandi welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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