Waiting on April

by Bella Settarra

  “Is it too soon?”

  She shook her head.

  “We’ll take it slow,” he assured her, stroking her face gently.

  She stared up at him. “But Dave’s on his way.”

  “Well, maybe not that slow, then.” He grinned, and she burst out laughing as they neared the bed.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  April looked up into Master Steve’s deep, brown eyes as he gently laid her back on her soft bed. She took another deep breath as the memory of that fuckwad crossed her mind.

  “Keep looking at me, darlin’.” Master Steve’s voice was like thick chocolate, warm and soothing as he held her gaze.

  She did her best to focus on him. April loved looking at his face; his strong jaw line, that luscious mouth, those twinkling eyes. He was clean-shaven, although being so dark he already seemed to have a five o’clock shadow, which added to his slightly roguish appearance. His short, almost-black hair was always tidy and she loved the softness of it.

  “That’s a good girl. I don’t want you to take your eyes off me, d’ya hear?” he went on as he gently unfastened her shirt buttons.

  His big hands were soft against her skin and his unhurried manner calmed her as he opened her shirt wide, still staring into her eyes. Her hands were on his shoulders and she could feel his muscles ripple as he slowly moved his arms.

  “You are beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, stroking a finger slowly down her cheek.

  She felt beautiful in his arms. He treated her like a china doll, fragile and cherished. She felt safe with Master Steve, as well as cared for and…loved?

  The thought permeated her brain as she watched him towering over her, smiling down at her with those gorgeous big eyes and full, kissable lips. It felt as though time had stood still while she contemplated that thought. Did he love her? Did she love him?

  Yes, she thought, she did. She had loved Master Steve for a long time, although she had never admitted it, even to herself. He had always been there for her, and he was the one she had always gone to when she needed anything, physical or emotional. He was the only man she could trust; the only man who could give her what she needed.

  Closing her eyes she felt him gently push her lacy bra up over her little breasts, and his hot mouth covered one as his big hand caressed the other. The feeling was exquisite and she moaned as a gush of liquid escaped her aching pussy. His tongue laved her flushed skin and his teeth pinched her nipple, making her gasp at the sensation. She could feel both nipples instantly tighten and knew he had noticed it too, as a low growl escaped his throat.

  Then he was holding both her breasts in one of his massive, warm hands while his tongue teased them mercilessly. With the other hand he was removing his shirt, though she didn’t realize this until she felt the soft hairs of his chest tickle her sensitive skin.

  She opened her eyes, relishing the sight of his huge, muscular body leaning over her tiny frame. He always kept his full weight off her, but she loved the nearness of him.

  “You have a gorgeous body, darlin’,” he whispered, staring down into her face. She felt herself blush.

  Master Steve never spared his compliments for her and she was grateful for them. When she had first met him she was afraid that his size in relation to hers might deter him from getting to know her, but she knew she fancied him from the moment she saw him. She wasn’t at all intimidated by his large frame. In fact, she found it most attractive. His easygoing manner and that twinkle in his eyes were a stark reminder that he was as soft as a teddy bear beneath that huge, muscular exterior. When he was working though, he held himself with a competent grace that reminded her he was a true Dominant, and his attitude toward criminals was as tough as any superhero.

  His eyes were on hers while his hand was on the fly of her jeans as she gazed up at him. He had a questioning look on his face, reminding her that, although he was her Master, he would never do anything she didn’t want him to do. She nodded slightly, willing him to continue his slow assailment of her body, and he understood. She loved the way he could read her.

  “Eyes on me,” he reminded her softly as a wave of panic immediately washed over her. He had only just unfastened her button, and she hadn’t even been fully aware of the memory which suddenly flashed into her mind, but he must have noticed something.

  Staring up into those dark, almost-black orbs of lust, she felt his calmness ooze from him and emanate into her. His hands had stopped moving and he was patiently waiting for her to regain her composure, although it took her a short while to realize this. His peace and serenity engulfed her in a cloak of safety and reassurance and she smiled up at him, silently signaling that she was ready for him to continue. She was aware of him studying her whole body before he was satisfied that she was calm again, and he slowly went back to unfastening her jeans, watching her face constantly as he did so.

  His capable hands soon had the jeans removed, and she marveled at how he could do all this without taking his eyes from hers. A momentary coolness on her skin made her shiver, but he was over her again in an instant, his warmth seeping into her bones.

  She bit her lip in anticipation, willing him to touch her, but he was still studying her intently. Obviously satisfied that she was all right, he bent down and took her breasts into his hot mouth once more and she hissed, gripping his shoulders while her pussy gushed again. As he lathed and sucked at her tight nipples, she could feel stirrings in her pussy, as if she could feel his ministration there at the same time. He deliciously grazed her puckered skin with his teeth and she moaned, trying to bury her face in his heaving chest.

  Relief swept through her as she felt him gently slide her panties down her legs and she kicked them off with a sigh. The cool air soothed her burning pussy while he casually slid off his own trousers and Calvin Klein’s, and then he was lying over her again, holding his weight on his forearms. His lips came over hers, and he kissed her lovingly as his hand trailed up and down her body, skimming over her breast, tickling her abdomen, and gently stroking her down to her pubis.

  April arched her back as she tried to push her pussy into his hand, but he quickly retreated, leaving her feeling frustrated and anxious. He was still kissing her, nipping at her lips and exploring her mouth with his soft, warm tongue. She felt another gush escape her pussy and she moaned into his mouth, pressing her body upward against his, relishing the feeling of skin on skin.

  He continued to torture her with relentless kisses, drifting down her neck and over her throat before venturing around to her ear. She had never been kissed in the ear before, but his hot tongue gently probed her orifice, sending tingles right through her.

  “Ooh!” She had never experienced anything like it. Nerves which she didn’t know she had lit up and sizzled with excitement as his thick tongue delved in and out of her ear, mimicking what she wanted his cock to do with her pussy.

  Another gush escaped her and she heard him murmur ever so quietly into her ear.

  “You like that, darlin’?”

  “God, yeah. Please Master Steve, please…” She could barely speak as new sensations wracked her body.

  She could feel every breath he took, and the nearness of his mouth to her ear was a turn-on she had never known before. He continued to whisper softly to her.

  “You are so special, you know that, darlin’? I cherish you so much.”

  “Yes,” she whispered back, not quite sure what she meant herself.

  “You’ll never know just how much you mean to me,” he whispered directly into her ear.

  His words, his hot breath, his heaving chest almost sent her over the edge.

  “Please, Master Steve, please!” It was all becoming too much for her system to cope with.

  “What is it, darlin’? What do you need?” His whisper was rasping, and she knew he was getting close too. His massive cock was digging into her stomach and she longed to reach her hand down and touch it. She daren’t though, not without permission.

  “You, I need
you!” Her voice was hoarse as she strained to make a coherent sentence.

  He took her hand and led it down to his heaving erection. She gleefully wrapped her slender fingers around his manhood.

  “Is this what you want, darlin’?”

  “Oh yes. I want it in me, please Master Steve.”

  His face was over hers now, his eyes gazing into her own.

  “Are you sure, darlin’? Are you sure this is what you want?”

  She could see that he was studying her intently again, making certain. He would never hurt her or do anything she didn’t want him to.

  “Yes, yes please. Please Master Steve.”

  His other hand stretched up, and she heard him open the drawer of her nightstand. He huffed as he searched for what he needed.

  “Dang! Did we run out?” He frowned, puzzled.

  The condoms!

  “No, he threw them!” Panic engulfed her as the awful memory flooded her mind. Of course, Trammell threw the condoms away.

  “H-he said we didn’t need them,” she whispered, staring into Master Steve’s beautiful face.

  “Do we need them?”

  April was startled by Master Steve’s reaction. They had always used protection even though she was on the pill. She had never really thought about it before. She didn’t sleep with anyone but him—she didn’t want anyone but him—and she knew he hadn’t slept with another woman. She shook her head slightly.

  “No, I, er, wait a minute.” Suddenly remembering that she had been remiss in remembering to take her pill for the past couple of days, a cloud passed in front of her eyes.

  He seemed to see it too, as he tilted his head up a little more, frowning questioningly at her. “What is it, darlin’?”

  She was surprised at how soft his voice was. She thought he would be stern with her, demanding an explanation, but he wasn’t. He was patient, kind.

  “I… I forgot to take my pill after we had that fight about the condom,” she admitted, staring into his eyes. “And then when he…when he…” Tears pricked her eyes and she blinked rapidly, still trying to see his gorgeous face.

  “I see.” He was calm, unfazed. “Well, that’s perfectly understandable with everything that was going on, I guess. That’s why you had a scan today, just to be safe. That was a good call.”

  Her initial panic and concern that he would be mad at her dissipated at the calmness of his demeanor and she stared at him in awe. This guy was so controlled, so thoughtful. His mind was so methodical. He seemed to have everything worked out before he even opened his mouth. So unlike herself.

  He made her feel easier right away. She had been expecting him to be real mad at her for not taking her pill after all the grief she had given him about forgetting that damn condom. Then to forget again after that, she thought, would be unforgiveable. His eyes were kind and loving as he gazed down at her though. This guy didn’t have a mean bone in his body.

  It seemed like he wanted to say something else, but was struggling to get it out. Suddenly, he blurted, “Marry me, April.”

  She stared at him, stunned.

  “Wh-what?”

  “I love you, darlin’. I’ve loved you ever since the minute I first set eyes on you. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life caring for you, protecting you and loving you. Will you let me?”

  “Yes.” There was no doubt in her mind. The sincerity in his eyes, the love in her heart, and her unrelenting urge to give him everything she had in her told her that this was right, somehow. This was what she wanted. He was what she wanted more than life itself.

  She saw tears well in his eyes and his soft lips came over hers, devouring her with his love. Her heart melted as she soared heavenward. His kiss was tender, though strong, telling her exactly how he felt. She relaxed into him, loving him, trusting him.

  As the kiss lingered, she felt his erection digging hard into her soft skin once more. She giggled. She felt the bed move slightly as he lifted his head and gazed down at her. His face looked relaxed, happy, beautiful.

  “Now, about that condom…” His voice was husky and oh-so-sexy.

  “What condom, Sir?” She gave him a coy smile.

  He studied her face again. “Uhuh.” He looked satisfied.

  She knew she didn’t have to worry about protection against anything; they were exclusive to each other, and she could even be pregnant already. The thought gave her a tingling feeling in her stomach.

  “You sure about this?” He had his massive cock lined up to her waiting pussy. She felt another gush and couldn’t believe he was still talking about this.

  “Yes, Master Steve, please.” He had stalled long enough. She had been on edge for so long she was physically aching for him.

  He took her hand and wrapped it around his dripping dick, putting her in control. She understood. He wanted her to be the one to do this. He wanted to be sure it was what she wanted. And God, did she want it!

  They were staring into each other’s eyes as she slowly slid the velvet tip into herself. The feeling was exquisite and she moaned as she felt his flesh against her most intimate parts. He drove into her slowly, as if savoring every second, as was she. She ran her fingers along the length of his massive cock, feeling every last inch of it as she fed it into her hot, hungry pussy.

  “Look at it,” he whispered.

  She tore her eyes from his and looked down. She watched him slowly drag his dripping cock out of her canal and then ease it back into her again. It was huge, filling her body as he filled her heart. She could sense him giving himself to her as he also gave her the most ethereal sensations.

  His pace gradually quickened and she was soon soaring out of this world on a cloud of unconditional love. She closed her eyes tight and just allowed herself to feel all of him, inside and all around her, as he held her and pumped in and out of her flushed body.

  “Look at me, darlin’.” She could tell by his husky tone that he was as close to the edge as she was. Her eyes popped open, and she was staring back into those big, black eyes which shone with love. She felt him watching her, studying her, caring for her as he began to lose control of his body. His heaving cock hammered in and out of her, its mere size causing her delicious pain as he stretched her even wider. She loved the feeling of being full of him. She loved him.

  As she reached her crescendo, she was still gazing into those massive warm eyes. She could see his expression become almost panic-stricken as they attained their climax together and tiny stars blurred her vision as the sensations rocketed through her whole body like wildfire, burning her to the core. She screamed his name as she reached her peak, and was rewarded with his loud groan of satisfaction.

  Tears swamped her eyes as the fire gradually died down inside her. Her breathing eventually slowed and regulated. Relief, wonder, and love filled her heart and she reached for her Master, wrapping her arms around his muscular neck and clinging to him for dear life. Her life. The rest of her life.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Steve held his little sub in his arms as she slept soundly. It was a great feeling not having to stop to dispose of a condom after making love, and he had been glad to take her in his embrace as he watched tears roll down those beautiful cheeks.

  She had sobbed her heart out while he held her. He didn’t ask why. He didn’t need to. He guessed that all sorts of emotions must have been racing through that soft heart of hers. He was proud of her for being able to take him so soon after her trauma. She was a strong sub and he was glad of it. He needed her to be strong. Being married to a cop was going to be tough on her at times; she wouldn’t have even considered that yet. And if she was pregnant…well. The thought gave him a funny tickle in his stomach and a warmth in his heart.

  He suddenly realized that he was actually hoping that she was carrying his baby. He knew she wanted kids, and if they came sooner rather than later that was fine with him. He wasn’t getting any younger.

  She sighed against his chest and he relished the feel
of her hot breath on his bare skin. He had wrapped the sheets around her to save her from feeling a chill when she woke up, but he was far too hot to have anything over him except for her body.

  He had so needed to make love to her today. When he had gone into that room at the hospital and seen her take on that bitch Trammell-girl, his heart had been in his mouth. His first instinct had been to wade in and help her, but something had stopped him. He needed to see if she really had disregarded everything he had taught her. He knew it sounded mean, but he wanted to see her have to fend for herself, to prove to him that she could do it.

  She certainly hadn’t disappointed him. He could see that she had been intuitive and calm as she had read the girl’s actions and reactions and acted accordingly. She had prevented the bitch from harming the patient and got a full confession out of her without really trying.

  Even when she was pinned against that wall, April knew she was waiting for an opportunity to kick out at her. Just when the bitch thought she had the upper hand, April was there, waiting for her with a perfect execution of the moves he had taught her—grab and twist the arm, forcing the fucker onto the ground.

  The look of triumph in his little sub’s face was a sight to behold, and one he’d never forget. She was proud of herself and rightly so. He couldn’t be more proud of her himself.

  He nuzzled her soft, dark hair as she slept soundly in his arms. He was glad that she had cried herself out. She needed that release. She had exorcised the ghosts of that dreadful ordeal and hopefully got most of it out of her system. He had been concerned that she might need counseling after everything she had been through—she still might—but he was glad to have been there for her. She had always come to him for what she needed and he was grateful for it. He was always happy to give her anything, except punishment.

  The thought lay heavy in his heart. She had put herself in some dreadful danger recently and she had held out on him. She was a proud little sub and he knew she needed to be able to look after herself. But a few things had occurred lately that he was really unhappy about. She seemed to have forgotten about her own personal safety, and that made him mad. He couldn’t be there for her every minute of the day and night and he needed to know she was safe.