5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  Walking over to his closet he pulled out a video camera and tripod. He had stationary camera's set up in the dungeon but those just wouldn't do tonight. He wanted close-ups of her face and moved the camera in front of her so it would pick up her body and face and isolate most of the room out. "I want you to have this little tape I'm making girl, so the next time you think to deny me you'll think twice."

  He wasn't about to paddle her anymore, he knew her tender flesh couldn't take much more without breaking down. There were other ways to punish, ones that would be more mental than physical and he doubted seriously it would take long to have her demanding he stop. He pushed record before walking over to his special closet and pulling out a few things and carrying them back over.

  "Remember girl, you can stop this at any time," his tone was condescending for no other reason than he was going to push her to the limit tonight. In all honesty he was rather impressed that she was holding out. It proved to him that she was made to be a submissive.

  She wasn't bound to this horrid contraction, she thought. If she wanted to get up, she could have done it already. The thought made her more than a little smug and she was angry with him for his reaction to a simple little slip of the lip. "Bring it on, Sir." She had no idea why she was pushing his buttons, but there was a part of her that wondered how far he'd actually go.

  Damn she was feisty, he shook his head. It made the temptation to tame her a bigger challenge. He lit a candle, thinking that he'd try something lighter than the grand finale if she made him use it. "Bad little girls need to learn how to show respect". Without any other words he lifted the candle high enough above her body to not seriously cause pain and trailed the warm wax across her already stinging ass.

  She gasped as heat inflamed her backside and bit her lip to stop from crying out. Arrogant asshole, she thought struggling to fight against the burning sensation on her already aching flesh. As it cooled she relaxed and sighed at the relief. He lowered the candle closer and repeated his movements, her soft whimper proving she was not as tough as she wanted to appear.

  "Had enough yet little girl," he seriously wanted to take her upstairs and make love to her and stop this punishment. Her infraction wasn't that bad and all she had to do was concede.

  "Not nearly enough, Sir," she was pissed more than before and couldn't stop herself from pushing him.

  "Just remember you asked for this baby," he picked up a bottle of lube and covered his finger before moving back to her. Spreading her ass cheeks wide he drenched her tight bud with the oil.

  She held her breath as his finger touched her there, hoping he was just toying with her because she was going to break soon if he did what she was thinking. Tensing, she felt his finger circling around that tight opening.

  "Are you sorry for being a smart ass?" he smirked at how tight her body was strung at the moment and knew he was winning this battle of wills.

  She wanted to hit him at the moment, and her mind was screaming at her to concede. She had no doubt this was going to hurt. Anal was something she'd never even considered before. Hell who was she kidding, she thought, she'd never really thought she'd have sex after 24 years of denying herself. "N-no Sir." She didn't know why she said it, maybe it was because he sounded so smug. Maybe she just didn't like the idea that he could bend her to his will.

  He pushed his index finger against her tight bud, barely entering her body. "Are you sure about that girl?" she was going to fold, he knew it. The thought of her not folding was becoming a delicious fantasy though. This was something he took weeks in preparing a submissive for though, and he didn't want to hurt her.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, again her mind screamed to give in but she just couldn't do it. "I- I'm s-sure, S-sir," her voice was quaking in fear and her body trembled violently.

  His finger pushed inside her tight little channel, and he bit back a groan at how overwhelming unyielding her flesh was. His cock was rock hard at the thought of taking her this way, and his fingers began inching in and out slowly.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks at the strange sensation. Her muscles clenched against the invasion, not liking how odd it felt. When he added another finger, the stretching sensation was painful. She wiggled, attempting to move away

  His free hand grabbed her hips holding her still as he stopped the gently motions and finger fucked her without holding back. Her soft cries of distress filled the room. "Apologize now or I'm going to fuck this gorgeous ass girl."

  The thought of his huge rod embedded inside of her was a checkmate. Her ass was already burning as he savagely thrust in and out with his fingers and she knew having him inside her would be ten times more painful. "I'm s-sorry, Sir," she whispered as tears fell in small tracks down her face. She couldn't stop the trembling that racked her frame. She wanted this to end now.

  He pushed his fingers as deeply inside of her as they could go and held them still. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you girl." Twisting his fingers, stretching her wider he was glad this wasn't going any further. She wasn't ready for this and he made a mental note to prepare her body so he could take her like this one day without causing her so much pain.

  "I was a b-bad girl, Sir, and I'm s-sorry," her face burned in humiliation but it was better than the pain he was causing her at the moment, her mind surmised.

  He gently slid his fingers from her tight chamber and sighed heavily. This had went further than he had planned tonight and he was glad it was over. He helped her off the spanking bench, lifting her into his arms when her legs collapsed in weakness.

  This session was over he decided and walked up the dungeon stairs and straight to his bathroom with her snuggled into his arms. She was still sobbing and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. He felt a moment’s remorse, thinking he had pushed her way too far.

  Kicking the door open to his bedroom he carefully laid her on her side on the bed and went into the bathroom to run her a bath. He didn't want to leave her alone while the water was running and walked to the door several times to check on her. She was curled up in a fetal position on his bed, her tears finally ebbing but soft hiccups escaped. He would have to remember to not push her so hard again.

  When the water was ready he lifted her into his arms again like she was a child and gently lowered her into the warmth. She winced at the pain in her ass, but managed to sit up. He stripped quickly and joined her in the oversized tub. With tenderness he bathed her as she sat completely still, her beautiful eyes staring ahead without really seeing.

  He knew she was still shocked from earlier and felt more than a little guilt. After he washed her hair, he lifted her weak arms and bathed them one at a time with soft ministrations. The color was coming back to her cheeks as he carefully washed her legs and helped her stand so he could wash her sore backside. Needing her to respond to him, he lathered his hands and allowed his fingers to wash the smooth heat of her sex. Her body flooded his fingers and he was glad that she still wanted him physically.

  She pushed herself against his fingers, her eyes closing at the pleasure of his touch. For long minutes she had been overwhelmed with the caveman persona he'd shown her in greater detail tonight. She could have stopped him at any time, her weary mind told her, but she allowed it to continue. She didn't understand why. As he slid his fingers from her core, she whimpered in disappointment. She didn't want him to stop touching her right now.

  She wanted him to show her that he still wanted her and felt a strange emotional sense of disappointing him. "Please Sir," she cried softly as he helped her sit again and washed away the remaining soap.

  "What does my sweet Scarlett need," he caressed her hair away from her face knowing at this moment he'd give her whatever she asked.

  "Make love to me, Sir," she hated this feeling of him not liking her. It made her feel completely empty and she wanted it to go away.

  He stood and lifted her into his arms and stepped out of the bath. Lowering her to her feet he grabbed a soft bath towel and carefully dried every inch o
f her body. He quickly dried himself off and held her hand, leading her back to his bed. If his girl wanted to make love, then he would show her just how gentle he could be.

  Laying her down on the bed he pulled on a condom then joined her and placed small kisses all over her face. She was so damn precious, he thought to himself as he became overwhelmed with deep emotions. His hands caressed her breasts, her shoulders, and moved down to her firm legs. This was personal, the thought shocked him because he didn't do personal.

  His mouth suckled her breast deeply as his fingers slowly caressed her tender folds. He wanted to show her a softer side of him, because in honesty he was afraid he overstepped boundaries tonight. She had come to him in all her innocence and he had unleashed too much, too fast. He came between her parted thighs and slowly joined their bodies.

  This was about her and not him right now, he reminded himself. His stroked her slow and measured wanting to draw out every ounce of passion she possessed. Her soft whimpers of need only forced him to control his own needs as he continued slowly inching in and out, demanded his body to hold back.

  Her legs moved around his waist and her heels pressed into his ass, aching for more. He was making love to her with a slow pace that was driving her insane with desire. The strange emotion in his eyes she didn't understand but it was the warmest look she'd ever seen a man give her. Her hips raised and fell with each tender thrust, and she felt lost in his eyes. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, and knew it was impossible to fall in love so quickly. Would he laugh at her naive emotions, she worried? She couldn't speak the words so she showed him with her body everything she was feeling at that moment.

  She came undone around him and clenched him tightly with her silken glove. Only then did he increase his rhythm to find his own release. He stayed embedded deep inside her and wrapped her in his arms until his cock grew completely soft. Only then did he slide out and turn over on his back, pulling her with him.

  "Sleep baby," he demanded softly as his hands caressed her hair. He was still dealing with the strong emotions he was having for this girl. Her soft breathing several minutes later was soothing to his ears. He continued to stroke her hair until sleep found him as well.

  When he sent her home the next morning he felt bereft for the first time in his adult life. Watching her drive off forced him to realize that he cared more for this woman than he'd ever felt for another. This was definitely going to get complicated, he shook his head and grinned at the same time."

  chapter eight

  Inhale

  She walked into her dorm room, glad that she had the day off. Her emotions were in a free fall as she thought about last night and she paced the floor trying to understand. The man had literally beaten her, she should be angry about that but she wasn't. Okay maybe beaten her was a strong word, since he hadn't actually hit her with his fist and paddled her.

  She could have stopped him at any time, she knew that, and in some strange way she really enjoyed the horrible sensation. What kind of person did that make her? She bit her lip and continued to pace. Then he'd made love to her like she was the most precious thing in the world and he had bathed her too, she couldn't forget that. Her head was aching with these two sides of Rhett bouncing around in her mind fighting for possession.

  Sitting down in the middle of her kitchen floor, she wrapped her arms around her knees and started crying. That was how she was still sitting fifteen minutes later when Janie walked in.

  "Honey, what's wrong," lowering to her knees she pulled her best friend to her, confused. "Did something happen with Rhett, did he hurt you?" Stupid question, that's kind of what he did she thought. But still Scarlett shouldn't be crying.

  She tried to speak through her tears but words were hard when you were in emotional distress and felt like you were going nuts. She held on to Janie tightly, not wanting to talk at all, she just needed comfort.

  Sensing she was too emotionally distraught to talk, she held her and soothed her with the slow rocking movements of her body. Obviously Rhett was too intense for her friend, she thought pissed as hell. What the hell had he done to make her this upset? She would have a few words with him, she thought to herself as she continued to hold on tightly to Scarlett.

  After what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes the waterworks finally subsided and she sniffled. Janie let her go and walked into the bathroom bringing back a roll of tissue. "Here honey, I think you might need all of this." She had never seen Scarlett this emotional over anything. She was angry again at Rhett, and knew he was going to get a huge piece of her mind.

  The doorbell rang and Janie told her to stay put as she answered it. She came back with a gift wrapped box and small card. "You want me to throw this in the trash?" She knew instinctively it was from Rhett and wasn't sure if she wanted a gift from him at the moment.

  "No, Janie let me have it," she wasn't really even mad at Rhett, she was just confused as hell. She opened the large jewelry box from Tiffany's and gasped at the beautiful diamond choker and earrings inside. The card read, "You shine brighter than the most precious gems to me sweet girl. Truly RH." The tears fell slowly down her cheeks again.

  "Honey, you've got to tell me what happened so I can help you." She wasn't used to being the caregiver, that was Scarlett's thing, but this was breaking her heart.

  "I'm fine Janie, things just got a little intense last night and I refused to give in," that was about as close to the truth as it could get.

  "You defied him?" She bet that didn't go over well at all with Mr. I am in control of everything. At Scarlett's nod, she laughed. "I would have loved to have seen his face when that happened." She couldn't remember any submissive every saying no to Rhett. He just had this overwhelming intensity about him that most subs knew instinctively not to argue with. "Honey how bad did it get?" Friend of her Master or not, she would kick his ass if things got out of hand last night.

  She explained the whole scenario to a stunned Janie and waited for her reaction.

  "Wow, just wow," she wasn't sure how to take what Scarlett revealed to her. Rhett had just behaved the way any dominant in a scene would have when the submissive was obviously pushing buttons. The only difference in this situation was the sub was her best friend and naive as hell about the lifestyle. "Do you still want to explore this Scarlett?" She had to ask the question because it was pretty apparent that she had been pushed to her own personal limit last night.

  "I, I think I love him Janie," she lowered her eyes, knowing her friend was going to freak out over her confession.

  "Oh honey no, we talked about this," Janie stood up and began pacing the floor. "You're experiencing a whole shit load of emotions right now Scarlett, but that's not really love." She hoped like hell she was right here, because if her heart was involved she was in for a lot more pain than just her sore ass at the moment. Rhett didn't do long-term relationships.

  "I know what I feel Janie," she knew it was stupid, she'd only known the guy for a few days.

  "I knew this wasn't right for you honey, you need to call this off now," Janie knew this wasn't what her friend wanted to hear but better this end now than drag on until she was totally crushed.

  "No!" The thought of never seeing Rhett again was agonizing. Even if she was mentally deranged for wanting the man this way, she couldn't even think about walking away. "I'm not leaving him!"

  "You've really got it bad honey," shaking her head she felt this was all her fault and knew she had to somehow fix it. It was pretty apparent that Scarlett wasn't going to walk away, so she'd go to the source. Someday her friend would thank her for the intervention, she hoped. "Okay honey, okay." She let out a deep sigh and knew sooner was better than letter. "I'm going to go pick up some breakfast, will you be alright until I get back?"

  "I'll be fine Janie, seriously I just had a little melt down earlier." She gave a somewhat smile not wanting Janie to worry.

  "I won't be gone that long," she hoped Rhett wasn't too busy at the office ri
ght now, and even if he was he would make an exception to see her she thought. She left Janie and quickly drove off to downtown Chicago where his law offices were located.

  Rhett was shocked when his secretary told him Janie was here and his first thought was something horrible had happened to Scarlett. He told her to hold all his calls, reschedule a meeting and send his visitor back. "Is she okay?" His eyes were frantic with fear as Janie walked inside and shut the office door behind her.

  "Depends on your version of okay," she sat down in front of his huge desk and glared at him. "What the hell were you thinking last night?"

  "Watch your tone Janie," she might not belong to him but he expected respect from his best friends submissive, "tell me what's wrong with Scarlett."

  The temperature felt like it lowered ten degrees and she remembered just who she was talking to. David would have her ass for this she knew. "I just spent the last hour watching my friend cry her eyes out over you Sir, so forgive me if I'm a little upset." That was as close as she could come to an apology as angry as she was.

  He didn't think she'd still be in serious pain this morning, the spanking was harsh, but nothing she shouldn't have recovered from. "I didn't think I was that rough with her last night?" He spoke the question out loud not really asking her opinion.

  "No offense Sir, but it's not her ass I'm worried about, it's her heart." Shaking her head she wondered if all men were this blind. "She thinks she's in love with you and if you don't stop seeing her you're going to lead her on and only hurt her worse."

  He was floored at the thought of Scarlett being in love with him. They'd only known each other a few days, but he had strong feelings for her too. He didn't really think he believed in love, but he did want to protect her and never let her leave his sight again, he smiled at the thought of keeping her.

  "This really isn't something to smile about, Rhett, she's not worldly enough with men to understand that love and passion aren't the same thing. I thought she would get it, but she obviously doesn't. I'm sure this strokes your ego, but unless you really get off on emotionally screwing up people, you need to put an end to this." She was risking her own ass by talking to him so directly, but she wasn't about to let him hurt her.