by Dani René
“I want you to keep your hands behind your back. Where’s your rope?”
“In the closet, top shelf on the right.” Dropping the leash, I head into the walk-in closet and find the shelf in question. The crimson silk rope is twined like I taught her, and I wonder if she’s used it since she left.
In the bedroom, I take my time intricately weaving the soft strands around her elbows down her arms to her wrists. “Tell me, Angel, did you miss me?” I round the chair and crouch in front of her. Meeting her green eyes that are filled with desire, I wait for my answer.
“Yes, Sir, very much.”
“Open your legs. I want to see that gorgeous cunt.” Her knees part, and my mouth waters to taste her. But before I do, I need to have her teetering on the edge for me. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the small knife and when I meet her eyes, I see the trepidation in her gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I trail the sharp steel against the fabric covering what’s mine and when it falls away the sight that meets me leaves me breathless. “Angel.” Above her pussy, toward her left hip, is a tattoo, it’s small, but intricate, an S designed with a scythe. The blade of the reaper.
Reaching up, I trace my finger over the ink, and she confesses so confidently it stills my heart. “I’m yours, Sam. I’ve always been yours.”
He must be in shock because he’s quiet for such a long time, I wonder if he’s angry. Although I can’t see it on his face. Stoic and serious as always. “Yes,” he mumbles so quietly I’m not sure I heard him right. He rises to full height, and I watch hungrily as he unbuttons his dress shirt.
He’s still as gorgeous as I remember. When I submitted to him moments ago, it wasn’t because I was forced to. It was because he does own me.
He’s always owned me.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.
I want us to be a family. And since he’s here and not rushing to leave, I realize he hasn’t told me what happened to Caged or his father. But I’m not about to ruin our time together and ask, so I sit waiting for whatever he has planned.
The shirt falls to the floor with a soft swish and the hiss of his zipper echoes around us like a melody, taunting and teasing me. Black material pools at his ankles and he easily steps out of his slacks. His socks follow the rest of his clothes until he’s standing before me in only his dark boxer briefs that are so tight, the prominent ridge of his erection is obvious.
Instinctively, I lick my lips at the memory of his taste. “You want this, baby?” he questions while stroking himself through the material, and I nod swiftly. “Before I feed you my cock, you need to see something.” He turns around, and with his back facing me, he orders calmly, “Eyes up.”
I slowly trail my gaze up his thick thighs, over the tight, sexy ass, up to his muscled back and let out a gasp at what greets me. Holy shit. His perfect skin is filled with ink. Two angel wings adorn perfectly sculpted shoulder blades with the word ANGEL in prominent script in the middle. “Sam.”
“You’ve always owned me, Angel,” he confesses and faces me once more with such adoration in his gaze it paralyzes me. “Since the moment you laid those pretty gemstone eyes on me I was yours. I may be the Master, but you own me as much as I do you. Only once in our time together was I with someone else, and even then, it was you I saw. And when you left, I didn’t, couldn’t touch another woman. I’ve always been yours.”
I bask in the warmth of his words and let them linger before I take them and allow them to seep into me. Allowing them to bathe me in the security that we’re going to be okay. The almost two years without each other has somehow made us stronger.
“I love you, Samael Wolfe.” The confession hangs heavy with emotion. It’s the first time I’ve voiced the words and it’s the first time he’s allowed me to. A small grin cracks his ever present, serious expression and he nods.
“I love you, Angel, I always have. And I promise you that I’ll love you until my last breath.” He places a hand on each of my knees and pushes my legs apart. Deft fingers stroke my bare pussy and I bite back a whimper. “Fuck you’re already soaked,” he hisses under his breath, then pulls away and slowly licks my arousal from his fingers. “I’ve missed your taste, pet.”
“I’ve missed yours.” I answer honestly. Suddenly, he rises and pushes down his briefs. The thick, angry erection juts out level with my mouth. He grips it firmly, giving it two long strokes, the pre cum glistening on the tip and he rubs it over my lips. “So pretty with my arousal on you. Open your mouth, baby, I want to feed you my cock.” His low, gravelly tone sends a shiver of need through me.
Parting my lips, he pushes into my mouth and I moan around the crown, tasting the salty sweetness of him has my desire in overdrive.
“Ready, Angel?” I try to nod, but I can’t because he grips the leash and pulls me forward as my mouth engulfs his length. The tip hits the back of my throat and I swallow every inch as my nose hits his groin. “Jesus, that’s it, pet, take my fucking dick.” He pulls out and slams back into my throat, over and over again. Saliva drips onto my breasts as I take everything he’s giving. “Eyes on me.” Lifting my teary gaze, I meet his molten stare.
He fucks my mouth, owning it and I love every minute. Without warning he pulls out completely and leaves me glaring up at him. “I wanted—”
“You’ll get it, be patient, baby.” The mix of sweet and dominating is heady and I feel dizzy. His fingers are back at my core, stroking, teasing, and delving into my sopping pussy. My body quivers around his digits, but before I can find my release he stops. “Your body is perfect,” he murmurs with reverence as he takes in my new curves, my full breasts. The heat in his hooded gaze is enough to have me throbbing to find my release. His mouth attacks my breasts, suckling my hardened, aching buds, biting down on them till I’m mewling like a kitten.
“Oh, God, Sam, Sir, please?”
He ignores me, continuing to taunt my nipples like they’re his favorite candy. Midnight blue eyes peek up at me from between my breasts and his face cracks into a satisfied grin. “I love when you’re a begging whimpering mess, my little Angel.” His fingers once again tease my pussy, pumping into me, slow and steady. The torturous movement has me bucking my hips against his hand, hoping and praying for some relief. “You’re being a naughty girl, pet. Fucking my hand like that,”—he smirks salaciously—“but I enjoy watching you squirm. It makes me hard as fuck.”
“Please, Sam, please, I want you. I need you.”
He drops his hand and I whimper at the loss of his touch against me, inside me, on me. Rising, he strolls behind me and the rope loosens, when it falls away he massages my arms gently and plants feather light kisses on my skin. “Stand.”
He leads me over to the bed and lays me down like a fragile doll. “Sam—”
“Shh, Angel.” Silence envelops us and he hovers over me, settling between my thighs. “You ready for me, baby?” I nod and he nudges my entrance, slowly sinking into me, inch by torturous inch and I revel in it. Savoring the way he’s claiming me with every roll of his hips, I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“Oh, God.” The moan falls from my lips and I bring my hands around to grip his shoulders. Digging my nails into his skin, I’m sure I’m drawing blood.
“Good girl, take me, Angel. I’m going to fuck you so deep, until we make another baby.” His words still me, and when I meet his lingering gaze, he’s smiling.
“You want that?” I whisper in surprise.
“Of course, I do.” He thrusts again and again until he’s entered me fully. My legs tighten around his taut waist and I dig my heels into his ass, pulling him in deeper until he’s hitting that spot. He leans in, his mouth hovering over mine, and he whispers over my lips. “I love you, Angel, I fucking love you, forever.” My body pulses at the confession and my hips buck. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you unravel around my dick.” And I do. My body locks and every nerve al
ights with need, desire, hunger and my orgasm splinters through me.
“Fuck!” My head drops back, and I feel his teeth on my neck, biting down. I realize he’s drawing blood, and a second release hits me, causing my body to squirt, drenching him in my arousal.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Angel,” he growls, and I feel him thicken inside me before jets of hot release fill me like never before.
The room is filled with a comfortable, satiated silence. When I finally come down from my high, I feel Sam slip out of me and he settles beside me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against him, planting a soft kiss on the top of my head.
His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and I lean in to lave at his nipple savoring the saltiness of my man. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he coos and I smile up at him.
“So are you,” I respond with a smile as he traces circles on my back with his fingertips and I shiver.
“Angel.” My name tumbles from his lips and I peer up at him. “I need to ask you something.” His serious tone has me on edge. After the emotional afternoon, I’m not sure I can take anything serious because I may just crumble. But what he asks me makes me smile from ear to ear. “I want to collar you permanently. I want everyone to know you’re mine. I want to put a ring on your finger, too, but I want you, our daughter, and hopefully another little one. I want a family, Angel. With you.”
I stare at him, taking in every word, each promise, and the love shining in those beautiful eyes. I nod, slowly, but excitedly. “Yes, I’ll be yours. I don’t have a choice, anyway. You’ve had me since day one. Not only my body, but my heart and soul,” I respond contentedly.
“Good girl,” he growls and I purr against his side, burrowing further into his arms, enjoying the warmth he seems to emanate.
Once again silence surrounds us, but it isn’t uncomfortable, it’s filled with ease, the tension we grew so accustomed to is gone.
A knock on the door echoes down the hallway and I shoot up, scurrying around, I pull on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, “You’re beautiful.” Sam’s words halt me suddenly and I turn to observe him slowly pushing off the bed. “It’s Theia, don’t rush.” He pulls on his slacks and shirt, encircling an arm around my waist, tugging me along with him as we head into the living room to find Layla and her aunt.
“Did you two kiss and make up?” Theia’s gaze flits between us. “Oh my god, you two are well and truly fu—I mean, you’re both glowing,” she giggles with a smug grin.
“You’re a pain in the ass, pup,” Sam growls beside me and I can’t help giggling at the siblings. I’ve never spent much time around them in the same room, but there’s something so natural about them. The love I can feel radiating from the man by my side is enough to tell me how much he cares for his sister.
“I saw Kael yesterday,” she says warily. “He’s doing good.”
The only response she gets is a huff from her brother. “Give my daughter here.” He reaches out for our baby, and when his arms envelop her small frame my heart all but stops. The way she coos in his arms and then grips his shirt is enough to send my ovaries into overdrive for more babies.
“How is Kael?” I question.
“He’s good, but he won’t come here until the shit between him and Sam is sorted,” she says quietly, but Sam doesn’t answer, instead he stalks into the kitchen and leaves us staring at his retreating form. “Men,” she huffs in frustration.
“What’s that all about?”
“One day I’ll tell you. Right now though, let’s talk about you two.” I join her on the sofa and can’t help the grin on my face.
“We’re getting married, well, kind of.”
“What do you mean kind of?” She stares at me questioningly through narrowed eyes.
“He wants to collar me, like forever. He said he’d get me a ring too, so we’ll be married, but…” I leave the sentence hanging when Sam saunters back into the living room carrying our daughter on his hip and three mugs in the other hand. When he sets them down, I notice they’re filled with wine.
“It’s a celebration. Figured we could all use a drink,” he quips, handing them out to each of us.
“Yes, perfect. To you two finally getting it on.” She lifts her mug and clinks it against mine, then meeting her brother’s gaze questions, “How long has it been, Sam? You must have been one grumpy fucker without any.” She giggles, then her big blue eyes widen as they settle on the little bundle of joy in Samael’s arms. “I’m sorry, little Layla, but your father is known to be a really grumpy old man, hopefully with you around, he’ll chill out a bit,” she confides in her niece and a tiny gurgle, then giggle, escapes my baby.
“Theia, aren’t you heading out?” The gruff complaint from Sam has me attempting to stifle a chuckle, but I can’t hold it in. For the first time in too long, I’m laughing. A real, honest-to-God laugh.
Joy fills me as we settle into easy conversation about what Sam is going to do for a job, when Theia mentions that Dax may need help with the club. It seems our future isn’t as dark as I once believed it would be.
Watching my family interact allows me to finally relax. To allow my emotions to catapult me into a feeling of safety and security. This is what I longed for. This is what I needed. After losing both parents and the life I once knew, I didn’t think I’d see light again.
Even with Sam in the mansion, it felt as if every day was a battle. I suppose it was. I went to war beside him and we both made it out alive.
two years later
It’s been two grueling years, but all the men who’ve ever hurt a girl, or woman are put away. Dax and I made sure that the place is completely shut down. Although some of the women have decided they’d like to turn it into a refuge. It will be gutted and rebuilt. My heart still hurts for all the girls I couldn’t help, but those who got out are safe.
Closing my eyes, I remember the day it all clicked and I had to play the devoted son even though I wanted nothing more than to rip apart everything the empire stood for.
“Do you realize you’ll turn out just like him?” my brother spits in my face. He’s just been disowned, father’s asked him to leave and there’s nothing I can do.
“Fuck you, Kael. Do you even know what you’re giving up?” I turn to regard him with a ferocious glare. My little brother is not like me. He doesn’t have the taste for blood. He’s a Dom, a Master, but he doesn’t enjoy the pain, the sadistic side that I do. Yes, I love marking pure flesh, but he likes the control, the utter devotion from a pet that allows him to feed and satiate that hunger that drives him.
On the other hand, when I see crimson seeping from beautiful smooth skin, it’s my fuel. “Oh, make no mistake brother, I do,” he bites back and turns to look at me. Dark pools of anger stab me. “I’m giving up the life of being the submissive bitch to the old man. Do you think he’ll ever give his empire to you?”
“I’m not ready yet.”
“You keep fucking telling yourself that. One day, when you realize what a fuck up you’re turning into, don’t come crawling to me. Because when you finally see him for the monster he is, that’s when you’ll open those pretty blue eyes and realize that this,”—he gestures around us—“isn’t worth a fuck if you don’t have love.”
My brother, ever the romantic.
“Fuck love, and fuck you,” I retort, but he doesn’t waver.
“When you fall for a pet, a fuck toy, as you like to call them, then tell me those exact same words.” With that, I watch Kael Wolfe walk out the door, out of the mansion, and away from the family legacy.
“Daddy! Daddy!” A loud screech drags me from the memory and paperwork I’ve been glued to for the last hour. Little blonde pigtails come bounding into my office and flop onto my lap. “Look!” The excitement on her face is enough to have me dropping everything to give her my full attention.
“What is that, my little poppet?” With a cute nose scrunch, Layla opens her hand and drops the beetle into my palm.
“A
bug, ugh, bugs.” She scrunches her face as she tells me earnestly that she doesn’t like bugs and I can’t help chuckling. She’s only two years old, but she’s started speaking easily, picking up words from Freya and me.
“But you’ve just been holding it in your hand, silly.” She pulls herself onto my lap and sits up straight, but before she can continue her explanation, another shout comes from the hallway and I find Freya running after Mikael as he storms into the room gripping a beetle in his small fist.
“Da!” He shoves his hand at me which in turn has Layla screaming that there are bugs on her.
“Kids!” When Freya’s in mom mode as I like to call it, I sit back and watch the fireworks. I still call her Angel, but that’s reserved for our play time, which I think needs to happen really soon because I’m in the mood to show my wife how much I love her. “Sam!” Her shrill shout drags me from the images of her bound on my spanking bench and when I meet her glare she simmers down like the little kitten she is.
“You were saying?” Cocking my head to the side in question at her outburst, she blushes a beautiful shade of pink that I’d like to see on her ass.
“I’d like the kids to go to their aunt’s tonight.” It’s as if she’s reading my mind, and I nod in agreement. “Great, I’ll call Theia.” Just then my Skype alerts me of a call. “Dax is calling now, we need to talk about work so I’ll ask him.” She nods, pulling the kids along with her and shutting my office door.
Hitting accept, I hear my partner’s voice coming through the line. “Hey man, how you doing?” Since I finally got Angel back and she agreed to marry me, our lives have worked out and we’ve finally gotten our happily ever after. She’s started her career as a dance teacher, and I’ve partnered up with Dax.
“Good, I’ve just finished the report for the new supplier. Did you get any more news about the building for the other club?” I ask as I pull up my email and hit send on the paperwork in question.
