Command, Possess and Claim: The Collection

by Opal Carew

  “You already know that.”

  “True. And I encouraged you to go back on tour.”

  This was his brother’s way of fishing for information.

  “Then is it something about Melanie?” Dane asked.

  Storm wasn’t really comfortable discussing his issues with his brother. But he realized his brother was probably the only one who might come close to understanding.

  “It’s clear that she is in love with you,” Dane went on. “And it’s become increasingly clear, to me anyway, that you feel the same way. I doubt she knows it, though.” He arched an eyebrow. “Unless you’ve told her.”

  Part of Storm wanted to tell Dane to mind his own business, but deep inside he was touched and pleased that his brother was reaching out to him and wanted to help. And right now Storm could use the help.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Does it have anything to do with your past relationship with Jessica?”

  Storm shook his head. “At first maybe. But we’re way past that.”

  “So what’s holding you back?”

  “It’s not Melanie. She’s incredible.”

  Dane smiled and nodded. “What is it then?”

  Storm leaned back and raked his hand through his hair. “Ah, fuck, it’s me. It’s what I want. Or what I shouldn’t want.”

  “And what is that?”

  Storm shrugged and stared at his coffee cup. “The way you are with Jessica. The way you … control her in the bedroom. That … appeals to me.”

  Dane shrugged. “And how does Melanie feel about that?”

  Storm raked his hand through his hair again. “I shouldn’t be telling you personal things about Melanie.”

  Dane leaned forward. “I’m not going to tell anyone. Not even Jessica. And if it will help your relationship…”

  Storm nodded. “Fine. She loves it when I take control.”

  “Great, then what’s the problem?”

  “Ah, fuck. You know what Dad was like.” Pain lanced through Storm at the memory of the cruelties he’d suffered at his father’s hand. Being smacked across the room by a vicious blow when he was only six years old. Being beaten by his father’s belt so hard he had painful, bleeding welts. And his father seemed to enjoy inflicting the pain.

  “You didn’t like it when I punished Jessica that night,” Dane said. “But you also knew how much it turned her on. And you know I didn’t hurt her. It was nothing like what our father did to you.”

  Storm’s hands clenched into fists. “But when I punished her…” His throat closed up and he felt like he was going to choke. He sucked in air, calming himself. “I went too far. I hurt her.”

  “Storm, let me tell you something.”

  The fact his brother called him Storm didn’t slip past his notice. That acceptance by his brother warmed his heart.

  “I saw what happened that night. I woke up when I felt Jessica slip from the bed to go find you and I followed. I didn’t mean to spy, but she was reaching out to you and”—he shrugged—“I wanted to see if she succeeded.”

  “So you saw what I did to her.”

  “I saw that you’d had a bit to drink and you got a little carried away, took her a little roughly. But it was no big deal. If Jessica had been in any real distress, she would have stopped you, or called out for help.” Dane’s gaze locked with Storm’s. “And the same with Melanie. She’ll let you know if she doesn’t like what you’re doing.”

  “She shouldn’t have to.”

  Dane smiled. “Right. Because you have to get it perfect every time.” He leaned back in the chair. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to know what she likes, how much, how far you can go. It’s part of being in a relationship. Getting to know what works in the bedroom.”

  Storm stared at him doubtfully. “But what if I don’t know my own limits? What if I lose control and … lash out at her? What if I cross the line into violence?”

  “You won’t. That’s not the kind of man you are. And she’s not a scared, powerless child being beaten by a cruel adult.” He paused, watching Storm carefully. “You’re not our father. You have never been, nor will you ever be, like him.”

  Storm compressed his lips. “That’s what Melanie said.”

  Dane smiled. “There are so many reasons I like that woman.” He tipped his head. “So? Do you believe her?”

  At Storm’s hesitation, Dane asked, “Do you really think you’d ever hurt Melanie?”

  Storm stared at his brother, and knew deep in his heart that the answer was no.

  * * *

  Melanie finished emptying the dishwasher while Jessica set the tray of used glasses from the living room on the counter. Jessica and Dane had joined them for dinner, then they’d watched a movie afterward.

  As soon as Jessica and Dane left, Melanie went to the master bedroom and fetched her backpack. She’d spent last night sleeping in the armchair by Storm’s bed, to ensure she was there if he needed anything, but tonight she planned to sleep in the guest room so she could get some sleep. She appeared in the living room and set down the bag.

  “I’ve laid your pajamas on the bed and put your painkillers and a glass of water on the side table.” She wanted to ask if he needed help getting ready for bed, but she didn’t want to hurt his male pride. She knew he wouldn’t want to depend on her. “Do you need anything else?”

  He stood up. Slowly, clearly still in some pain.

  “No, thanks. Just looking forward to getting into bed.”

  “Okay, good night then.” She picked up her pack.

  “What’s going on?”

  “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

  “Why the hell would you do that?”

  She hesitated. “I could sleep in the chair again.”

  “Or in the bed.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re still in pain. If I move around in the night, it will disturb you. You need a good night’s sleep.”

  “What I need is you in bed with me. And I fully plan on having you move around.”

  She stood frozen, her hand still gripping her pack tightly, unsure of what to do. Standing there staring at her, he looked as imposing as ever. Strong and virile. She longed to race forward and throw herself into his muscular, tattooed arms. But she had to be realistic.

  “I’m sorry. I think it’s better this way.” She turned and walked toward the other bedroom.

  “Freeze.”

  At his commanding tone, a tremor of excitement rippled down her spine, and she stopped midstride.

  “Turn around.”

  She turned to face him.

  “I want you in my bed tonight, so that’s where you’ll go.”

  She gazed at him uncertainly. His blue gaze bore through her.

  “Now,” he snapped.

  She surged forward, her insides tingling, and scampered down the hall to his room. He followed her, moving slowly but purposefully. She turned and waited, setting down her pack while he entered the room.

  “Strip.”

  She sucked in a breath and pulled up the hem of her shirt, then pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside. His heated gaze settled on her lace-clad breasts as she unfastened the button on her jeans, then drew the zipper down. She shed the pants, and her socks, then stood before him in only skimpy purple lace panties and matching bra.

  His eyebrows quirked up. “I didn’t say to stop.”

  She reached behind and unfastened her bra, intensely aware of his hot gaze on her breasts. She released the hooks and slid the bra from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He stared at her nipples and they hardened to tight buds. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down her legs, then kicked them aside.

  Now she stood before him, totally naked.

  It was like being stroked by hot silk as his frank masculine gaze slid the length of her, from top to toe, then back up to settle on her shaven mound. She found it hard to breathe under his scrutiny.


  He took a step toward her, then another. Her breath held as he grew closer. So close she could feel the heat of his body. Then he stepped past her and walked toward the cozy chair at the end of the bed. He turned it to face the bed, and pushed it closer, until it was only about a foot away, then sat down.

  “Get on the bed, facing the headboard, on your hands and knees.”

  She obeyed, climbing onto the satiny, fine cotton duvet cover, facing away from him.

  “Drop your head to the bed, then reach around behind and open yourself to me.”

  Her heart thumped loudly as she rested her cheek on the bed and reached around to grasp her buttocks to open her flesh to him. God, she wanted him to touch her.

  * * *

  Storm stared at her feminine folds, displayed openly to him with her hands gripping each side of her ass. He simply stared, saying nothing, and could see her opening growing moist, proving how much this turned her on.

  “Do you like me looking at you?” he asked.

  She squirmed a little but answered quietly, “Yes.”

  “Would you like me to touch you?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  The need in her voice made him smile.

  “Good. But right now I would like you to touch that dripping wet pussy of yours.”

  She released her ass and slid one hand to her stomach, then between her legs. He watched raptly as her fingers found her slick folds and stroked the length of them.

  “Show me how you’d like me to touch you.”

  She stroked back and forth, then her fingers dipped inside. She thrust lightly a couple of times, then slid out and stroked over her clit.

  But despite how open she was to him, he couldn’t see as much as he’d like.

  “Lie on your back.”

  Her fingers slipped away from her intimate flesh and she rolled over and laid down, close to the end of the bed, with her knees bent.

  “Now continue.”

  Her fingers found her folds again and she stroked their slick length, then her fingertip moved to her clit.

  “Show me how you make yourself come.”

  She opened the fleshy folds, exposing the button, then her fingertip quivered over it. He could hear her breathing accelerate as she stroked and teased her clit.

  His cock ached and he unzipped and freed it from its confines, wrapping his hand around the hard shaft.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes.”

  He stroked his cock.

  “Call me Master.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He almost groaned at the words. Here she was, her legs splayed wide in front of him, touching herself for his pleasure, willing to do anything he commanded.

  Why the fuck had it taken him so long to realize that this was a good thing?

  Her fingers rippled over her wet flesh.

  “Are you getting close?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, Master.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.” Her voice trembled with need.

  “Good. Now stop.”

  She whimpered as she drew her hand away.

  “Get back on your hands and knees and show me your ass,” he said sharply. “You need to be punished.”

  She changed positions quickly, thrusting her naked ass into the air. “But, why, Master?”

  “Let’s get something straight right now. As your Master, I can punish you at any time, any way I want, for any reason I want. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master. You can punish me anytime you like, even if I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  He smiled at her words and stroked her delightfully round ass. “So you’re being a smart ass.” He stood up and drew back his hand and smacked her ass sharply. She let out a small gasp of surprise.

  “When I tell you to do something, you do it with pleasure, even if you want to do something different, do you understand? As my slave, you should be happy for my guidance.”

  “Oh, yes, I am, Master.”

  “All right.” He stroked her slightly red ass, then dragged his fingertips over her slick folds to reward her. She moaned softly.

  He stroked her ass again and smacked, then immediately stroked her folds. After the next smack, he dipped his fingers inside her slick opening and swirled, then withdrew.

  “Do you like your punishment?”

  She squirmed under his hand as he stroked her ass. “Oh, yes, Master. Thank you.”

  He chuckled, then smacked again. He glided two fingers inside her and began to stroke in and out, then smacked again, his fingers still moving inside her. He pushed his fingers deep, then found her clit with his thumb and teased it while he smacked her again.

  “Oh, yes.” She arched her back, thrusting her ass higher.

  He thrust his fingers inside her several times, then smacked again. He pushed his fingers deep, then rippled his thumb over her button. She moaned.

  “You want to come?” he murmured.

  “Yes, Master. Please let me come.”

  He smacked her ass a little harder. It was a rosy red now.

  “I want to hear you come as I smack your pert little ass.” He thrust his fingers deep, again and again, as he continued to smack with the other hand.

  * * *

  Melanie’s ass burned as pleasure spiked through her. The pleasure and pain he was giving her merged into a raw, incredibly intense set of sensations that drove her closer to the edge. She gasped and arched, then moaned. She wanted to feel the flat of his hand connect with her flesh as his fingers drove into her sensitive, inner passage.

  His thumb quivered over her clit, then his palm smacked across her ass.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes.” The intensity of the pleasure blasting through her sent her sailing to heaven. She wailed, long and loud, as an orgasm blasted through her.

  Even before the pleasure subsided, she felt the blunt tip of his cock brush against her folds, then he pressed forward. His cock drove inside and filled her to the hilt.

  “Oh, yes.” She nearly fainted from the incredible feel of his big shaft driving into her.

  “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” He drew back, then thrust forward again.

  Her pleasure skyrocketed as his big cock filled her again and again, driving deep and hard each time. She squeezed him tightly within her and he groaned.

  “Fuck.” His hand pushed under her belly and he lifted her hips, then his other hand glided down her stomach. The instant he found her clit, she moaned. He flicked over it and she gasped, then plunged over the edge again. He kept thrusting and a moment later, he ground against her, groaning. She felt his hot seed release inside her, filling her with heat.

  He groaned again and rolled to his side, taking her with him. They lay there, spooned together, his cock still inside her.

  She wiggled her ass against him, squeezing his limp cock inside her. He groaned and she realized it might be in pain, not pleasure. She’d totally forgotten about his accident. She rolled around to face him. He was still in his T-shirt and boxers, having shed his jeans somewhere along the way.

  “Are you okay?” She stroked his hair from his forehead.

  “Of course. Better than okay.”

  But his voice was strained.

  “Okay, time for some tender, loving care.” She pushed herself to her feet. “Wait here.”

  She hurried into the bathroom and started the water in the big tub, then returned. Storm had moved back to the chair, so she stepped behind him and massaged his shoulders and his upper back, feeling the tense bundles of muscles under his skin.

  “Do you want a painkiller?” she asked.

  “No, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

  She smiled as she continued to run her hands along his muscular back and shoulders, enjoying his murmurs of approval.

  “I think it’s time for a nice hot bath.” She walked around the chair and held out her hand to him. His gaze slid the length of her naked body and he smiled.

  “Wit
h you like that, I’ll follow you anywhere.” He stood up and took her hand.

  Inside the large, marble-floored bathroom, she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up. He tugged it over his head and discarded it. She curled her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and lowered them, coming face-to-face with his semi-erect cock. She laughed and kissed it, then stood up and turned off the flow of water into the tub.

  “You go in first,” she said.

  “So you’re joining me.” He climbed in and settled into the warm water.

  “Of course.” She smiled. “How does the water feel?”

  He leaned back. “Wonderful.”

  She climbed in, and settled on the opposite side of the large oval tub, facing him.

  “You know, you’re entirely too far away.” He held out his hand to her.

  She took it and pulled herself forward. He stretched his legs out and she straddled his thighs.

  “I thought you were done.”

  “But here I’m relaxed and you can do all the work.”

  She laughed. “That’s true.” She glided forward until her sensitive folds rested against the base of his growing cock. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her body to his, and kissed him. He slid his arms around her and his tongue delved into her as he returned her kiss with passion. She rocked against his cock as the kiss deepened. He grew bigger and harder and her flesh ached to have him inside her again.

  Their lips parted and he stared deeply into her eyes.

  “I love you, Melanie.”

  She stared into his sky blue eyes, simmering with heat, but she knew his words had nothing to do with lust.

  Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you, too.”

  She pressed her hand between their stomachs and grasped his rock-hard cock, then lifted her body. With their gazes still locked, she glided down on it. She watched the sparks flash in his eyes as she took him deep.

  She kissed him, pressing her tongue into his warm mouth.

  He drew back, gazing into her eyes. “I really, really love you.”