Another hard thrust had her moaning in pleasure as he added with a growly voice, “Third, I know I am the only person you have fucked in a long time. This sweet cunt is mine tonight, to fuck however I want.” He slapped her ass, then thrust hard. “I want to fuck you bare, so you never forget what it feels like to have my skin against yours. To know I own you. To feel that I am deep inside you.” He paused and then his voice grew even rougher. “If you don’t want this, safe-word out and go home.”
Heat and passion engulfed her in a blaze of fire. All the things he said were true, and she wasn’t worried. His bare cock moved within her, feeling so damn good that her safe word was far from her mind. Oddly, she sensed a level of trust with Elliott that was somewhat unexpected.
Her silence indicating agreement was all he needed before he grasped her hip, thrusting hard and purposeful. His other hand gripped her neck, squishing her cheek against the door. Overpowered in every sense of the word, she gave him all of herself.
He wasn’t being careful. He wasn’t seducing her. He took what he wanted, how he wanted it, and she burned for him.
His rock-hard cock brushed perfectly against the nerves inside. The hold he kept her in made her feel adored…desired. Passion soared throughout their touches, an uncontrolled frenzy of need. She shut her eyes as he thrust harder…faster…deeper.
A hard smack on her bottom snapped her eyes open as a slice of pain slid through her in a flare of heat. His hand sneaked around her middle, then he had her nipple between his fingers, pinching the bud. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as each tweak seemed directly connected to her clit.
How desperate she was to push back against him, to fuck him so eagerly in return, but his hold wouldn’t allow movement. She could only stand there, bent slightly at the hips, and take what he offered.
Accept his dominance.
He closed his upper body around her back, placing his mouth by her ear, and his low grunts moistened her further. It was the sound of raw masculinity, of loss of control, of desire to own. Her sex clenched around him, loving it, needing him, wanting more.
The speed of his thrusts quickened and heaviness pooled low in her body. He pinched her nipple with a bite of pain, flooding her with sensation, and her breath hitched as pleasure blinded her.
“Your orgasm is mine to take. Squeeze my cock, soak me, and damn well please me,” he ordered with a hard voice. “Give it to me. Now.”
She panted as he lowered his hand from her nipple to her clit, working it wildly. Her lower lips contracted around his thick shaft. The scent of musky sex swiped through her nostrils, followed by the woodsy aroma of his cologne.
As he pumped into her with loud smacks of skin against skin, she quivered, feeling the rise of her orgasm. Her inner muscles went into strong convulsions around his thick cock riding her shamelessly.
He grunted. “Yeah, darlin’, like that.”
To be owned, she’d missed this.
To be adored, she’d longed for it.
To be fucked without apologies, she’d craved it like a drug.
After a few purposeful hard presses against her clit, her body froze in the highest state of pleasure. Worked into wild sensations of euphoria and reacting under his command, she became undone. He drove his cock right to the hilt and pinched her clit, forcibly hard, and then she was screaming and shuddering.
Her body released to his will.
She fell into orgasm.
Moisture dripped along her thighs and he moved harder, only increasing her orgasm, not allowing it to end. She peaked so high, for so long, she was left shaking from the inside out. The release pulled at something deep inside, as if he’d drained her soul from her body, happily accepting it into his hands.
Somehow she heard him roaring out his pleasure, felt him bucking and jerking against her. Curse words spilling violently from his mouth as he rocked into her with feral thrusts. When she crashed from the high, there were only their panting breaths and her throbbing, satiated sex.
Without a single word to her, he released his hand from around her neck and was gone for a second, leaving her supported by the wall, her legs wobbling beneath her. When he returned, he spun her in his arms, pushing her back against the door.
His gaze was distant and dark, not satisfied. He wiped his semen off her inner thigh, then cleaned her sore sex, causing her to moan, before he stepped back. “On your knees.”
Mary lowered without hesitation, falling into her submissive role.
“When I call for you, you will come to me.” Then he simply walked away.
In her line of vision, she saw his bare feet leave, and the moment reminded her of another time…another life…
In the kitchen of Mary’s small apartment, Charles grabbed her hair, angling her head, and growled, “A Dom doesn’t need to apologize for fucking a submissive like she wants to be fucked, does he, Mary?”
“No, sir,” Mary replied, pressed against her countertop, with her skirt up at her hips and the scent of burning dinner coming from the oven, drifting in the air. “Because you know I want to be fucked without fear of my breaking.”
He squeezed her ass, pressing his semi-hard cock against her bare bottom. “Does rough play excite you?”
“God, yes, sir.” She shuddered, feeling sore in every place possible. “It frees me.”
Blinking into the present, she quivered, not in fear, not with overwhelming emotions; she smiled in pure unadulterated bliss.
—
In the all-marble bathroom, Elliott sat on the edge of the tub designed for two and turned on the water. Once it warmed, he hit the plug and watched the water fill up. He sighed, sensing some of the tension leaving him.
Even after some thought, he still was undecided what was worse: thinking about Mary for the last week or wondering tonight while he sat in his hotel room if she’d show up. But she had come to him, and he couldn’t control the need that raged like a war within him.
Rough play was not a hard limit for Mary, nor was it a soft limit. That freedom allowed him the right to play with her like he had. Though he suspected her G-spot orgasm came from his rough lovemaking, he also knew he hadn’t done that scene for her.
He’d done it for himself.
How much more of this can I take?
Watching the water pouring from the tap, he knew he wanted Mary and her beautiful submission in his life, and in his bed. He wanted the chance to find out if they were as compatible past the Dominant/submissive relationship. He wanted it so damn bad it was driving him mad.
The water neared the top of the tub and he hoped by her arriving tonight Mary had had come to that same conclusion herself. Yet he couldn’t ignore the nagging suspicion that she wasn’t wanting what he did out of their relationship. There was a reason she came tonight; he just didn’t know what it was.
Frustrated by not knowing the answer, he turned off the tap and then called, “Mary, come to me.” He hit the jets on the Jacuzzi and the water started bubbling.
Only a second passed before she entered, looking woozy-eyed and heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Her cheeks were bright red, telling him how much she’d liked their scene. He rose from the side of the tub and gestured to his belt, which he’d redone after their lovemaking. “Undress me.”
She stepped closer with her dress hanging off her waist, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants with eagerness. His cock was semi-hard, yet he knew if she touched him, he’d harden for her. He brushed his hands over her arms, delighted in her quivering as he pulled her dress off her hips. He spotted the half-corset made of dark red material with black boning. As much as he wanted to tell her to remove it, he didn’t bother, knowing she wouldn’t.
He tucked her hair behind her ear and murmured, “I used you hard tonight. Tender flesh needs to soak.”
She looked down at her corset, hesitating. His breath became trapped in his throat as he wondered if she’d finally stop hiding from him. With dark eyes she looked at him, but then she simply g
ot in the tub.
He shook his head, watching her sink into the water, thinking her insecurities were ridiculous. But those things truly didn’t matter, not to him. No one was without insecurities. Anyone who said they were a hundred percent confident was likely a liar. Mary didn’t hide behind her insecurities, she was honest about them, and he appreciated that. She had accepted what she thought of as flaws and made herself comfortable. There was something beautiful in that. Though he thought it would be more beautiful if he could get her past them.
He watched her slide into the tub, not knowing how to proceed with her now. He couldn’t read her mind, see past her motives. Pushing away the red-hot irritation trickling into his blood, he joined her in the tub and tugged her forward onto his lap.
She stared at him, openly and honestly.
He didn’t look away from her, wanting to see into her soul. A feeling of rightness washed over him, warming his heart. “Does the water feel nice?”
“Very nice.” She smiled, her eyes lit with an inner glow.
He cupped the water and then let it drip from his hand onto her shoulder. While he knew his next questions weren’t necessary, aftercare was important. Maybe with Mary even more so, because she was unreadable. Her body and mind were not connected. If they were, things would be a lot easier between them. “Did you enjoy our scene?”
She nodded, running her hands over his chest. “It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced rough play. It was…enjoyable.”
He chuckled, placing more water over her shoulders and relishing how her eyes fluttered. He liked making her feel good. “For me, too.”
As she stared so deeply at him, his heart reached for her. The woman with him tonight wasn’t the Mary that kept him at a distance. Possibly he’d broken her barrier tonight. He also wondered how long it would last.
He cupped more warm water, then dragged his fingers through her hair. Her breasts were all real, hanging in a teardrop shape over the corset. He ached to suck one into his mouth and nibble it. The corset blocked his view of her midsection, yet he wasn’t blind to how stunning she looked in it.
When he lifted his focus, he noticed her heated eyes on him. Her hands traveled over his shoulder as her touch turned intimate. Her stare even more so. There, in her gaze, he saw signs of submission.
Something heated passed in the air between them; then Mary squirmed lower on his legs and wrapped her hands around his cock. Within a single breath, he hardened in her hands. Placing his arms along the sides of the tub, he watched her play with his cock, her hands working over him. In the emotion crossing her face, he understood her purpose.
Gratefulness.
Worshipping the cock that had satisfied her.
He groaned as she stroked him in an up-and-down motion. Her gaze never left his, and he certainly never looked away from her. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say that the strong Mary was pushing against his mastery—proving to him that as much as he owned her, she also owned him. Yet that would mean he had more of her soul than he thought.
This woman confused him.
In his touch, she was happy and content. She didn’t fight their connection. She was just in the moment. She was with her Dom. One second she was so far away from him; the next she was practically handing him her soul.
The twinkle in her eyes was playful and damn near the most angelic thing he’d seen in his life. He nearly allowed himself to believe she was staking her claim, but he refused to let hope flare. He arched a brow at her. “What game are you playing, darlin’?”
“No game, sir,” she whispered.
How she said sir made him rock hard in her hands. It wasn’t simply a word, it meant something. She said it in the way he had longed to hear a submissive say it. That she belonged to him, and that she was grateful for it. That together, things were exactly as they should be.
With a smirk, she released his cock and slid back onto his lap. She squirmed against him, rubbing her mound over his hard shaft. Delighted by the sensation, he groaned, bringing his hands to her bottom and rubbing her against him.
“Your hard cock needs me, sir,” she whispered.
His chest constricted yet again at how she said sir. So emotion-packed it sucked the air from his lungs. Pressing her hands on his shoulders, she angled her hips and then took him inside her. A harsh groan ripped from his lips as his head fell back against the tub. “Damn, you feel good.” He squeezed her buttocks and placed his hands on her hips, helping her gain speed. Each time she lowered, his cock hardened further within her tight channel. The added water had him shutting his eyes, reveling in the splendid ride.
He braced his feet against the other end of the tub, helping her move faster…harder. Her lips fell open with her moans, though her gaze stayed solely focused on him.
Her silent message of gratitude was clear.
The respect for her Dom evident.
She squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft on each thrust down and he nearly saw stars. With the water splashing around them, she rode him hard with purpose to make him come, and to get herself off.
Though in the determined set of her features he knew she wasn’t coming for herself; she was coming to give him a better ride. To make her cunt tight, to use the water as extra lubrication, and he was nearly there…right ready to explode inside her. He grasped her heavy breasts in his hands and squeezed them, then let go, watching them bounce.
She tossed her head back, showing off the long line of her neck. “I’m going to—”
“Please me.” He grasped her head in his hands, taking her mouth roughly. Her breath was harsh against his mouth as he helped her fuck him roughly, passionately.
When she came, she moaned against his lips and he devoured each and every one. He wrapped an arm around her back and then shifted up from underneath, sending water to crash over the sides of the tub.
Heat and need flared up his spine, pooling hot desire into his groin. Her sex convulsed around him, so damn tight. With little warning and pure euphoria, his cum pulsed from his cock and he rode her hard, roaring out his pleasure.
His body jerked and trembled, as he held her tight against him, leaving no space between their bodies. Not allowing her to avoid him. He needed the closeness of it, for as long as she’d allow. She finally stopped quivering, as did he, and she lifted her head. He tangled his fingers in her hair as she stared at him with that same look of submission that he’d do anything to keep.
Anything to protect.
Anything to own.
He smiled. “Glad you came tonight?”
She laughed, the sweetest sound to his ears. “In all meanings of the word, I most definitely am.”
Chapter Twelve
Candles were on every flat surface, and with all the lights off in the hotel room, Mary admired Elliott, as the orange hue from the flames of the gas fireplace lit up the side of his face. After their bath, he’d placed a blanket down on the ground in front of the fireplace, along with a bunch of pillows.
Mary lay on her side with her head resting on her hand, with just about every type of Thai food she knew of on the blanket between her and Elliott. She grabbed a spring roll from one of the white boxes, looking to him as she ate.
For the past couple hours all they’d been doing was talking, and he seemed so comfortable lying there with her. She liked that about him. He could seem at ease wearing a suit, but he could look just as relaxed naked, with only a white sheet covering his waist.
His body was layered with muscles, though to her his large frame was why he exuded strength. She didn’t doubt that if she were wrapped in his arms, nothing could get to her. That he could and would protect her.
She recalled a time when someone else made her feel that way, too.
As she finished off the spring roll, Elliott said, “Tell me about your children.”
“Well, they are the best,” she said with a laugh.
He chuckled and then winked. “I can’t imagine them being anything else
, if they’re yours.” He grabbed a sugar-cane shrimp, and before he ate it, he continued. “Do you see them often?”
“As often as I can,” she replied, missing them with a slight ache in her heart. “They are busy kids, experiencing life. As you know, Cassie lives in New York. My youngest son, Christian, is traveling, and the oldest, Calvin, is at Harvard for business. I know every mother says it, but they really are great kids.”
Elliott smiled.
She regarded him, realizing with heavy guilt that their conversations had been very one-sided. Something she intended to fix now. “Do you have children?”
He shook his head, as the warm light detailed the gorgeous lines of his sculpted face. “I did want children, but it was never in my cards.” She noted a sad edge to his gaze as he ate another shrimp. Then it faded away as he went on. “Now that your kids have moved out, what do you do with your time?”
She glanced down to the mango-avocado rolls, hating the answer she had to give. Meeting Elliott, a new person in her life, had made her see how boring her life had become. Everyone she knew had got used to her hermit lifestyle, she supposed. “Well, work, of course.”
“Yes, but what do you like to do? What do you enjoy doing if you have a day off?”
“Days off, what’s that?” She laughed.
His soft chuckle followed.
She shifted her arm against the pillow and said, “I do see my sister every week for dinner, and Dmitri and Presley, as you know. Other than that, if I’m not visiting with my children, I love hot baths, a good book, or a movie.”
One brow arched. “How about on the weekends?”
“I’m always at the lake house.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, alone.” She knew what he was getting at. “I know it might seem odd to you for me to live such a quiet life, but I’m okay with spending my weekends alone. The kids come down every once in a while, and if not, I’m good with being by myself.”
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