Dark Desire: Earning Hope's Submission [More Desire, Oklahoma 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

  He bent again, setting her on her feet and holding on to her until she steadied herself.

  He removed her blindfold, staring down at her, his eyes unreadable. “Do the dishes.”

  Hope gulped, surprised that he’d stood her in front of the sink in her current condition.

  The warning look in his eyes as he reached out to tug at the weight attached to her nipple kept her silent.

  Because her husband didn’t speak unless he had something to say, both remained quiet while he cleared the table and set all of the dirty dishes within her reach.

  Conscious of the fact that, when he finished, he retrieved another beer from the refrigerator and sat back at the table behind her, she became even more conscious of her spread legs and red ass with a ginger root sticking out of it on display.

  She also knew that if she allowed the ginger root to fall, Ace would punish her for it.

  With her legs spread with the spreader bar, she had to keep clenching to make sure it didn’t come out.

  Of course, each time she clenched, it released more of its heat.

  “We should do this more often. Nice view to take in while I enjoy my beer.”

  Need clawed at her, the calm confidence in her husband’s tone sharpening her arousal even more.

  The scrape of his chair leg had her turning to look over her shoulder in time to see him leave the room.

  Not knowing how long he would be gone, she hurriedly finished the dishes, each movement creating an answering tug to her nipples and burning in her ass.

  Tears stung her eyes, the burn becoming almost unbearable.

  Minutes later, he appeared behind her again, removing the ginger and the clamps on her nipples and tossing the ginger into the trash. “I’ll bet that ass could use a little cooling, huh, sub?”

  She almost came at the thought of him shoving a butt plug, coated with cool lube, into her. “Yes, please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, Master.” Hope shivered at the ice in his tone, and at the demand that she call him Master, something he hadn’t done in a long time.

  “Starting to remember who’s in charge?”

  Hope gulped. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” With a thickly muscled forearm wrapped around her waist, he carried her to the kitchen table and bent her over it, positioning a pillow he’d retrieved beneath her hips.

  He pushed his chair closer to the table between her legs, his own legs pushing the spreader bar forward, not allowing her to straighten her legs at all.

  “I know you want something hard and thick in this tight ass, but you’re not getting it.”

  Sucking in a breath at the thought of being left in such torment, Hope whimpered, alarmed at his mood. “Please, Master.”

  “No. This one will give you the relief from the heat but won’t fill you the way you need to be filled.”

  Her toes curled, her bottom clenching with the need for his attention.

  A whimper escaped when he parted her ass cheeks and paused, the knowledge that he stared at her puckered opening making the ache there even more intense.

  Holding on to the opposite edge of the table, Hope whimpered, knowing that nothing she did or said would sway him. “Whatever you want, Master.”

  “I see we’re finally coming to an understanding, sub. You need a firmer hand than I’ve been giving you, but that changes now. Before we’re done, you’re gonna respect your boundaries a hell of a lot more than you do now.”

  Hope tightened her hands on the opposite edge of the table, the realization that she’d wakened the dark side of her husband’s desire as arousing as it was alarming.

  She fought for composure, scared that he would see the truth.

  She needed this from him, and it scared her to death.

  Chapter Three

  Still reeling at her threat to leave him, Ace didn’t even attempt to tamp down the surge of possessiveness that fueled his need to earn a deeper surrender from his wife.

  Parting the cheeks of her ass hard enough to make her puckered opening sting, he ran his thumb over the sensitive skin, knowing it would increase her sense of vulnerability. “You need this as much as you need air, sub. You think you’re gonna leave me and go get it somewhere else?”

  The thought of another man touching what he considered his fueled his possessiveness, along with his determination to deepen his role as Dominant to the woman who held his heart in the palm of her delicate hand.

  “No. Ace, I—”

  He pulled the skin tighter, his cock twitching at her gasp. “Who?”

  She loved attention to her ass, but never liked to admit it, and he’d long ago discovered that it was because of her embarrassment at enjoying it so much.

  Her breathing became harsh, moans escaping between breathless pants. “Master!”

  His cock throbbed at the need in her voice and in the way she addressed him. “You’d better remember who the hell you’re talking to.”

  “I will. I do. I’m sorry.” Her legs shook, her breath coming out in sharp gasps.

  His cock lengthened even more at the sight of her waxed, pink little hole, the slick juices from her pussy making her slit glisten.

  Running his thumb over her puckered opening again, Ace gave in to his dark side and his determination to make her regret her threat to leave him. “You planning to give this ass to someone else?”

  Hope gasped again, lifting her head and arching to give him even better access. “No! Never.”

  He ran one hand over the curve of her ass while stroking her puckered opening, keeping his voice at a low, cool tone, one that he knew would keep her on edge. “Who does this ass belong to?”

  She sucked in another breath and arched more, her bottom hole clenching against his fingertip as if she attempted to take it inside. “You, Master.”

  He rose, reaching for the refrigerator door, and took out the small, thin dildo he’d hidden that morning. Taking his seat again, he lubed it liberally and parted her ass cheeks again.

  “This ass still hot?”

  “Yes, Master.” Her bottom hole clenched, her words a husky whimper.

  He brushed the tip of the small dildo over her tight opening, clenching his jaw against his hunger when she gasped at the contact against the cold. “Do you want me to cool it down?”

  Hope arched again, pushing back against the dildo. “Yes! Please, Master.”

  “So you want me to shove a cold dildo up your ass?” He knew the remnants of heat from the ginger would be driving her crazy and heard it in the desperation in her plea.

  She sucked in a breath, her bottom hole winking at him as she began to rock her hips. “Yes, please.”

  Not about to give her the relief she needed so easily, Ace lifted the dildo away from her. “Then, you’d better ask nicely.”

  He knew that begging for something to be shoved in her ass increased her sense of vulnerability, and for that reason, he planned to demand it over and over during the upcoming week.

  Hope sucked in a breath. “Please, Master!”

  Enjoying her immensely, Ace smiled. “Please what?”

  Hope sucked in another breath and blew it out in a rush. “Please shove the cold dildo up my ass.”

  Ace obliged her, shoving the thin dildo up her ass as far as it would go, holding it in place with one hand while slapping her ass with the other. “I gave you what you wanted. What do you say?”

  Hope sucked in a breath as soon as he’d thrust it into her, her entire body shaking. “Thank you, Master. Please!”

  “Please?” Enjoying her squirming, he slapped her ass again. “Please what? What the hell do you want now?”

  He knew damned well what she wanted but wanted to make sure that this was a week his headstrong wife would never forget—and make damned sure she would never threaten to leave him again.

  “I n-need you t-to move it.”

  “You want me to fuck your ass with it?”

  “Y-yes! Please.”

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p; “That’s not what you asked for.”

  A whimper escaped. “Please, Master. Please fuck my ass with the dildo.”

  Instead of giving him the surrender he wanted, she demanded, her tone one of defiance.

  Determined to teach her a lesson, he made his own tone even colder. “And why would I do something you want after the way you’ve treated me? Demands. Threats. Ultimatums. Disrespect. That’s all I’m getting from you. Do you really think you deserve anything from me?”

  She sucked in a breath, a whimper escaping. “N-no, Master.”

  She’d been on the verge of coming for a while, and he knew he had to calm her down or his passionate wife would go over.

  Abruptly withdrawing the thin dildo, he slapped her ass again, earning another cry. “Be still.”

  Placing the dildo on a paper towel, he stuck it in the freezer. Moving to stand in front of her, he freed his cock, fisting it in his hand. Smiling when she licked her lips, he fisted his other hand in her hair. “If you’re good with that mouth, and beg real nice, I’ll fuck your ass with the dildo.”

  He knew she wanted more, secure in the knowledge that his wife liked it hard and liked to be stretched, something she wouldn’t get from the thin dildo.

  She glanced up at him again, her breath hitching. “You’re not going to take me there?”

  “No, sub. You like that too much. Tonight I’m only fucking your mouth. Maybe tomorrow, if you’re really good, I might fuck your pussy.”

  Hope sobbed, apparently realizing her predicament. “N-not my ass?”

  “Do you really think you deserve my cock up your ass?”

  Hope looked up at him through her lashes, the distress in her eyes tugging at him. “Please, Master?”

  Still furious at her threat to leave him, Ace raised a brow. “Shut up and suck, or I’ll leave you like this.” He pressed the head of his cock against her lips, biting back a moan when she parted her lips wide and began to suck in earnest.

  Her passions—too strong to be contained—had her writhing restlessly on the table, the muscles of her well-rounded ass clenching and inviting his touch.

  “Such a pretty ass.” He slapped one cheek, earning her moan. “I like seeing it pink. Must be some sort of perverted streak in me.”

  Smiling when she moaned again, he fought for control when his wife’s mouth began to work its magic. “I think I’m going to make sure it stays nice and pink all week.”

  When she stilled, he slapped the other cheek of her ass, rubbing it firmly to spread the heat. “Oh, because of your little temper tantrum, I didn’t get a chance to tell you. I know I’ve been busy with Lucas, Devlin, and Caleb the last few weeks and haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve. I decided to make it up to you by taking a week’s vacation. I’ve already worked it out with Charity, and she knows not to expect you all week.”

  He ran a finger down the crease of her ass and began to fuck her mouth. “No one will bother us. No one will expect us. This week you’re all mine.”

  Hope moaned again, her ass twitching.

  “I planned to take you away somewhere, but it appears that we’re going to be spending most of our time dealing with your punishment.”

  He slipped the tip of his finger into her lubed ass, fighting to delay his orgasm as long as possible. He slowly curled his finger, smiling when she cried out at the sting. “What were you thinking, sub? Demanding that I quit my job, threatening to leave me if I don’t, and trying to top from the bottom—all in one night?”

  He added another finger, parting them to make her bottom hole sting even more, raising his voice over her cries. “I really have been spoiling you if you think I’d allow you to get away with any one of those things.”

  Holding her with two fingers up her ass and a hand fisted in her hair, he gave in to the feel of warm lips and tongue on his cock and came again with a groan, the strength of it overwhelming.

  Not about to let his wife see how much she affected him, he reluctantly withdrew, allowing her to clean him with her tongue before removing his fingertips from her ass and tucking his cock into his jeans again.

  Bending low, he looked into her eyes. “That was nice, sub. I already came twice.” He chuckled at her glare and ran a hand down her back, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his palm. “You’re being such a good girl.”

  He washed his hands and went to the freezer to retrieve the dildo again, smiling at the sight she made, spread face down over their kitchen table with her legs spread wide and her ass high in the air. “Do you want me to fuck your ass with the dildo?”

  “Yes!” She rocked her hips, another whimper of need escaping. “Please, Master.”

  “Ask me nicely.”

  “Master, please fuck my ass with the dildo! Oh!”

  Ace kept her ass cheeks parted with one hand while sliding the dildo in and out of her ass with slow, smooth strokes.

  Bucking her hips, she threw her head back, arching her back beautifully. “Faster!”

  He abruptly pulled the dildo free, purposely leaving her hanging on the edge. “Another demand?” He slapped her ass a little harder than before. “You’ll take what I give you, sub.”

  He tossed the dildo into the sink and reached into his pocket for a small jar of cream. He scooped some out with his middle finger, swiping it over her clit with one swipe.

  Smiling at her gasp, he unfastened the cuffs at her ankles and, with an arm around her belly, lifted her and positioned her on his lap, facing away from him. “Put your arms around my neck.”

  He scooped out more of the cream and swiped it over each of her nipples before recapping it again and setting it aside.

  Loving the way she leaned into him with a moan and turned her head to press her face against his neck, he rubbed her belly. “You’re being such a good girl.”

  Her breath felt warm against his neck. “Thank you, Master. I want to please you.”

  “Do you?” Sliding his fingertips to the soft underside of her breast, he leaned back to stare down at her. “Did you think that demanding that I quit my job would please me?”

  “I’m scared you’ll get hurt.”

  “And I told you that I’m careful. Do you really think threatening to leave me would make it any better?”

  “No.” She ran her fingers through his hair, lifting her face for his kiss. “I was just scared.”

  He kissed her once—hard—his anger reigniting. “Don’t ever do it again.”

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  Ace narrowed his gaze on hers. “We’ll see. I prefer to make sure.”

  Turning slightly, she curled on his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin and flattening a hand on his chest. “Do we really have an entire week together?”

  Sliding his hands over her, he marveled once again that such a delightful woman belonged to him. “We do.”

  “Ace, please let me come.”

  He got to his feet, setting her on hers. “No. Wash the dildo, and then it’s time for your bath.”

  She stared at him wide-eyed. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  Gripping her chin, he kept her face lifted to his. “You think a cuddle is going to soften me. I really have been too lenient with you—a mistake I won’t make again. Wash the dildo while I go start your bath.”

  He started her bath, dumping in a generous amount of the vanilla bath salts she preferred.

  She’d chosen the vanilla scent as a joke to him but had really liked it.

  As he started from the room, he heard her curse and smiled at the frustration in it.

  Continuing to the kitchen, he leaned against the doorway, smiling to himself when she stamped her foot.

  The sight of her lush, naked body never failed to stir his cock, but her passionate nature excited him as no woman ever had.

  “Problem?”

  She whirled, her eyes flashing with fury. “What the hell did you do to me?”

  Raising a brow, he let his gaze rake over her, taking in the
dampness on her breasts and upper thighs. “Did you think I would trust you to not try to pleasure yourself?”

  Her eyes went wide. “What the hell did you do?”

  “Is that any way to talk to me?” He slowly closed the distance between them, reaching out to run a finger lightly over her nipple before reaching out to take the dildo, inspecting it to make sure she’d cleaned it well.

  Satisfied that she had, he slapped both cheeks of her ass before taking her hand in his. “Come on. It’s time for your bath.”

  Chapter Four

  Sitting in the warm, scented water, Hope glared at her husband. “Are you going to tell me what you did to me? What was that cream?”

  Still violently aroused, she studied his familiar features with the sense that part of him had become a stranger to her.

  Ace set the loofah he’d used to wash her aside and rose. “It’s numbing cream. Lasts for a couple of hours. Less if you wash it off but long enough for me to make sure you didn’t pleasure yourself. Your orgasms belong to me, and you’ll only have them if I give them to you.”

  Her body still trembled with need from his earlier attention, her arousal heightening again as he’d washed her.

  “You can be a real bastard.”

  His brow went up again, his eyes cool with displeasure. “And now we can add name-calling to your list of indiscretions. Another total lack of respect for your Dominant.”

  Ace had never left her wanting before, and Hope didn’t know how to handle it.

  She’d never felt the force of such coolness from him before and understood how much she’d hurt him. “Ace, I—”

  Shaking his head, he eyed her coldly. “You’ve said enough for one night. Stay put.”

  He left the room abruptly, and from her vantage point, she saw him go back into the playroom again, reappearing within a minute or two, carrying a butt plug and a tube of lube.

  He grabbed a towel on his way to the tub, tossing it over his shoulder. “Turn over. On your knees. Ass up.”

  Hope hesitated, swallowing heavily when Ace raised a brow.