by Riley Murphy
“I’m sure you would, kitten,” He tucked a chunk of her hair behind her ear. “But we don’t have a condom, remember?” He kissed the side of her face, her shoulder, her one breast and was just about to kiss her other when he paused, hearing her cry.
“I don’t care. I want you inside me. Fuck me now.”
He dropped his forehead against her trembling breast and sighed. He should have known this last lesson was going to be the easiest. Alex had always been a sucker for restraints. She had absolutely no self-control when she was tied down.
“No.”
Chapter Nine
Alexis couldn’t believe that he was denying her and the more he did the harder she begged for it. Pleaded. Until she was saying things, promising things she never wanted to promise him.
She swore she’d have his child. His children. She’d have as many as he wanted if only he’d fuck her now.
Lord in heaven, he was back at her G-spot, tapping and stroking and rubbing until she cried. He was also sucking on her breasts where she knew he was making marks. He told her he was and that only made her want to get him inside her all the more.
Her teeth started to chatter and the familiar staccato entranced her. From a distance she heard his voice but couldn’t comprehend the words. She felt his hand stroke her cheek, his fist in her hair just before he tugged. She thought she moaned as an electric jolt of pleasure sizzled between her legs and then he was finally, gloriously on top of her. Filling her. Pounding into her with force that grounded her and sent her into flight. One part of her was beneath him. Absorbing his power. Reveling in it, while another part of her had let go and floated above them. That piece of her that needed to escape into that quiet and peaceful place that nourished her. She closed her eyes and drifted. Imagining she could not only hear but see the very molecules that made up her breath. That’s how close she felt to perfection at this moment. How wonderful until…
She heard her Master’s voice. The deep and commanding tones washed over her. Bathing her in a renewed sense of self. It forced her to open up. To listen. And when she did she knew without a doubt there was nothing more wonderful in the world he created for her than him.
“Master…”
“I’m here, baby. Be a good girl.” He was easing into her with deep, tantalizing strokes. “Tense up on the restrains. Pull hard and exhaust your muscles. Do it. Come on. Focus.”
She did as he asked and pulled with all her might, while he increased his rhythm.
“Harder, Alex.”
She held on and her arms and legs shook from the effort.
“Keep going. A little longer.”
He cupped her ass and ground into her, over and over again.
“I need— Oh, God!” Her whole body quaked. “I can’t hold on. I can’t—”
“Let go, baby.”
She did with a scream because the orgasm that ripped through her the second her straining muscles let go literally took her breath away. She felt the violent tremor relay through her, heating her up, cooling her down. Easing her and firing her blood anew as she gasped for breath and shook from the inside out.
“Thank me,” he rasped. His eyes were dark and intense. Burning. While he moved inside her. Pulling back to watch himself slide in and out of her.
“Th-thank you, Master.”
He paused mid-pump and his head tilted to one side as he stared down at her. It was a silent moment. Fraught with all kinds of things she couldn’t name, but then she didn’t have to because he slammed into her, grinding hard one last, heart-stopping time. He held that powerful position as he came inside her.
Rene undid the restraints before he went to see to himself. He didn’t like leaving her too long after such a heated and intense exchange so he hurried. By the time he got back she was curled in a ball in the center of the mattress.
He snatched his shirt off the chair and stalked to their bed. “Come here, kitten.”
He climbed in and turned her, pulling her into his arms. She was shaking and cold. “Here.” He pressed the front of her into his warmth and covered the back of her with his shirt. “Your nose feels like an ice cube.”
The way she blissfully rubbed this against him, inhaling deeply on his skin, brought to mind how she’d reacted to his t-shirt today. The one he’d doused in their special cologne and his balls filled with liquid heat. The sight of her naked, rolling on his bed, breathing him in… What a fucking turn-on.
“I-I’m s-sorry.”
“There’s no need for that. Let’s get you warm.”
He wrapped her more tightly into his embrace and rocked her. “Nice and warm.” He thought she might have fallen asleep for a time, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she was safe. She was in his arms, reveling in his care and comfort. He may have dozed off for a moment or two himself, so he didn’t know what time it was when she finally spoke.
“Rene?”
“Yes?”
“You used a condom.”
He smiled into her hair and sighed. “Of course I did.”
“But I thought…”
“What you think and what actually happens are sometimes two different things. I would never. Never. Knowingly do anything to cause you harm or go against what you truly want. I hope you know that.” Her nose was warm now and when she pressed it against his neck he gave her a squeeze.
She squeezed him back. “Yes, I do. I just don’t know why I said what I did that night. But I do know…” She took a steadying breath and let it out slowly. “I do know you could have enticed me to do a whole pile of things if you wanted to because you have that kind of power over me. I just never realized until now that the power you have over me is what holds you back from using it to your advantage. It’s a real Catch 22, isn’t it?”
He was hard all over again. Damn, there was nothing sexier than a woman with an excellent mind. “Yes, it’s fucking hell.”
She laughed and the husky sound made his balls tighten. Before he had her flat on her back again he said, “I think we should get you dressed so you can find something in this house for us to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Alex, you know how I feel about you skipping meals.”
She rubbed her cheek against his nipple and grumbled, “Um-kay.” After a pause she asked, “Rene?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.” He didn’t mean to invoke the tone he did. The one that said, “spit it out or else”. He couldn’t help his knee-jerk reaction as she sounded as if she were going to tell him something she knew he wasn’t going to like.
“I-I…” She was tense for a moment and then eased when she let out a shaky breath. “I, ah, meant what I said, you know, earlier while we were—”
Rene went completely still. Was she going to admit in this quiet and clear moment that she’d fully accepted him as Master for life? Nothing would plea—
“Playing. I’ll have your child.”
He exhaled and closed his eyes. The other was too much to hope for. “I’m glad.”
She came up on elbow and said, “You don’t sound glad.”
He opened his eyes. “I’m glad, I’m just not surprised.”
She scrunched her nose. “Really? Even after I told you I didn’t want children?”
“No.” He tapped a finger on the tip of her nose and grinned. “After you told me why you didn’t want a child.”
“Oh.” She flopped down beside him and he saw her wheels spin and then skid to a resounding halt. “There are other reasons I don’t want to get pregnant, besides what I told you.”
“Tell me.”
She squeezed her eyes closed as if she was dreading having to come out with it.
“Come on, Alex. No secrets. Tell me.”
“Motherhood is sacred.”
He blinked. “Yes.”
She shifted her head to look at him. “That’s it.”
“What’s it?” Had he m
issed something? He thought about what she said, how he replied and was totally confused. “You’re going to have to give me more than that.”
She leaned in to whisper as if there were other people in the room who would hear what she had to say. “I can’t be,” her eyebrows popped up suggestively twice before finishing in a rush, “dirty.”
“Ahh, I see—”
“You can’t either.”
“What?”
“Fatherhood is sacred too, you know.”
“I know this should go without saying, but how does one become a father of more than one child if one is too sacred to be dirty?”
She rolled her eyes. “Gee, I didn’t say we had to be celibate or anything. I just won’t be able to strip naked for you whenever you want. I won’t be able to sink to my knees and suck your dick whenever you want me to. You won’t be able to put me over your knee and spank me because I won’t be able to make noise or anything.”
His mouth went dry thinking about doing all those things to her now. “No noise. Why, because we’d wake the baby?”
“Yes, but noise is the least offensive obstacle we’d face continuing to enjoy our special rituals. Think about it. Our child toddles into your study one peaceful afternoon and finds his mother under the desk giving daddy a blowjob while good old dad’s on a conference call with his high-powered executives.”
He pursed his lips and pretended to give the matter thought. “I do love it when you do that.”
She slapped his arm playfully. “I’m not kidding. This is serious. It’s a problem with me. You’ve had nearly two decades to explore your kink. I’m coming up for five years and really? Those first two were, well, trying for both of us, and the last three since we’ve been married they’ve been…”
“Tame?” he offered.
“Unpredictable,” she said.
He wanted to be shocked, angry or outraged, but when he thought about it, maybe she was right, as he considered the highs and lows. No constant. He believed that submissive women needed strict guidance and control and in this, he’d failed her. Didn’t an unpunished girl feel neglected? He’d neglected Alex until today. I’m mad because it’s taken you this long to pay attention to me. Her earlier words echoed in his mind. With a deep breath he realized he’d gone into this marriage putting her on a pedestal when all she really wanted—needed—was for him to put her on her knees.
“Hmm…I was going for edgy vanilla, but I know that’s not possible because every bone in my body aches to make you do the dirty things you want to do, but can’t bring yourself to do on your own.”
“I never thought of it that way.”
“Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t.” He turned and looked at her. “I know you want these things, baby. I know how badly you need them. I also know you need me to make you do them. You said I forced you to find the you you couldn’t find yourself. I believe that and now that I have a hold of her I’m never letting her go. Marriage, career or motherhood, she doesn’t get to leave me out of fear. Do you understand?”
Her eyes dropped to his chest and she flushed prettily. “Yes.”
“Yes what, little one?”
“Master.”
He was going to make certain that every time he went into Dom mode over the next few days she’d address him this way as often as possible. He didn’t have months to condition a response from her and with this, he wouldn’t have tried. If she was going to open up and accept the truth of their relationship for the long haul, she’d have to do it on her own. That said, there was nothing underhanded by showing her how natural this transition could be.
“Very good. You have to trust me. I know there will be adjustments to be made. I’ve already taken some of these into account. When the time comes and we do start a family, we’ll have our own place to play. Not far from here. Wentworth is only two miles up the road.”
“Wentworth Towers?”
“Yes.” He pulled her chin up. “We own a unit on the top floor. Although the view is nice, that’s not why we’ll be going there. I’m also going to warn you now. There are certain kinks I suspect I have that will fall nicely in line with you being pregnant. So, your motherhood is sacred theory? I may have to blow it out of the water.”
Her mouth made a wordless O and he traced those bowed lips with his fingers. “Speaking of blowing.” He loved how beautifully her eyes darkened. “It drives me crazy when you look at me like that.” He continued caressing her bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispered. Leaning in, she pressed those pillow-soft lips against his shoulder, chest and then nipple. When she sucked it in, he lay back against the mattress.
“Your mouth is amazing.” He fisted a hand in her hair and forced her down. “Wrap it around my cock. Nice and tight.” He grunted. “That’s it. Beautiful.” He closed his eyes and sighed. Feeling truly at peace for the first time in months.
* * * * *
Alex stared at the Scrabble board for a second and burst out laughing. “That is so not a word.”
Rene grinned. The action making him even more gorgeous. He was totally relaxed, stretched out on his side on the floor and lying with one ankle crossed over the other. A dark lock of his hair fell over his forehead and he didn’t brush it aside. “Challenge me.”
Damn, he was good. His eyes were twinkling. With what? Pleasure that he was going to win another challenge or deviltry because he’d managed to intimidate her into accepting his stupid made-up or misspelled word?
Decision time. There were only a few tiles left and she really wanted to win.
“N-O-W. Snow,” she announced, stuffing a hunk of hair behind her ear. “That’s a double letter under the O.”
Rene took his time adding the amount to her score and shook his head. “Finally. You put a word down that’s longer than three letters.”
She scowled and he laughed. “It’s true. But then,” he bent over the board and examined the newest addition, “I probably wouldn’t go so far as to credit it as a four-letter word because you really only put three tiles down. Oh, and can you use ‘insiler’ in a sentence?”
“You made that up, didn’t you?”
He leaned back and his grin deepened. “You should have challenged me.”
“You are heartless to take advantage of my deplorable spelling the way you do. We’re out of tiles.”
“Spelling?”
“Yes. I guess that’s not how you spell ‘insular’, huh?”
He feigned a shudder. “No.” Without a blink he put down his next word that used every one of his tiles. “I’m out and I do believe that means I won.”
She took one look at the board and was ready to complain to high heaven that he’d managed to go out with a bang. His word stretched across a triple word spot and the J in that word? The darn thing fell right over a triple letter square. But then she read the word and gasped. “Blowjobs? You actually intend to finish our triple challenge match with that word?”
“Yes, are you going to call me on it?”
She searched his unreadable face. No clue there. She bit her lip and thought about it for a millisecond, but then she figured she better not call him on it. It was probably in the Merriam Webster. Meh, what did it matter? Even if she did call him out, he’d still win. “No.”
“Too bad. You would have won.”
“Really?”
“In a manner of speaking. I love your moxie. I would have rewarded you for it by putting you over my knee. I know how much you love that ride.”
Her insides went all soft and squishy.
“Come here.” He reached over the board and grabbed hold of the medallion. “I love this accessory.” He pulled and she fell out of her Indian-style sit, coming up on hands and knees to crawl to him. The tiles scattered under her knees, but she didn’t care. His lowered voice combined with his dark expression was enough of an incentive to get her to forget everything but him.
“Give me your mouth.”
She rushed to do as he said. The last few days. The things they’d done. The things he’d made her do. She shivered and thought about this morning. At the matinee he’d taken her to. The way he’d helped her in and out of the car. The way he opened doors for her…the way he’d held on to her.
Then when they were sitting side by side and she was drowning in that special scent of his, he turned to her. He leaned over and stared right into her eyes. His big palms cupped her knees and slowly spread her legs apart. As wide as the chair width would allow. Right there. Right in the dark of the theater where anyone could see and she hadn’t cared. She hadn’t made even the smallest protest as he bent to her ear and whispered, “Go silky on me now.”
She sucked in a breath. Having just reached his bedroom door, she had to grab hold of it for support. Recalling that heady orgasm this morning took her breath away. And afterward? All he’d done was settle himself back in his seat as if he hadn’t just rocked her world. Instead he’d angled his arm out for her to curl her hand around. She did. She had. She grasped hold of his biceps and clung to him.
Damn.
She headed straight for the closet. That low spot in her tummy fluttered and quaked as she imagined how she’d look in a few minutes, lying on his desk naked except for the collar and heels. The image burned through her mind, sizzled through her veins and made her wet.
Where was her shame? Her guilt that she should want to do this for him?
Gone…
All that was left was the thrill. The crave. The control he’d brought back into her life that kept her on edge and aware of every part of her body. And it was okay. He said it was okay so it had to be.
Scooping up her shoes and catching sight of her perfectly aligned business suits hanging in her closet, she immediately thought about work and…Michael. It was the first time in days she’d thought of either one. Now that she had, the guilt surfaced. She’d left Michael hanging, hadn’t she?
