by Lisabet Sarai, Amy Armstrong, Sam Crescent, Cheryl Dragon, Tanith Davenport
He ran his hand down her side and cupped her thigh.
“The weekends are the best part of my week because I get to hold you and do anything I want with you. Hope, I’m asking you to be my wife not because I need one or want one. I want you to become my wife so that the whole world knows who you belong to. I love you with everything that I am and I’ve never been ashamed of you.”
Simon reached up over her head and released her left hand. She felt him slide on a ring and she brought it up in front of her face to stare at the diamond engagement ring. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes from his speech. She’d never anticipated he could say such kind, loving words.
She knew he was a dominant man but he was also a businessman, and speaking freely about his feelings was difficult for him.
“Please, Hope Pattern, you are my world. The very reason I get up in the morning is so I can see your smiling face. Please, do me the honour of becoming my wife.”
Hope gazed at the ring on her finger and ran his words through her mind once again. He was buried deep inside her pussy and his words would remain forever in her heart.
“Yes. I’ll be your wife. I love you so much.”
She lifted up to wrap her arms around his neck. Hope felt so emotional and attached to him in that instant. She never wanted to let him go.
“I love you, Hope. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.” He kissed her neck, holding her tightly.
“You don’t need to do that, Simon. I’m already the happiest woman in the world.”
She kissed his lips as he began to slowly make love to her on the dining room floor. His proposal had been everything she wanted in the whole world. His admission of his feelings and him saying those important three words would stay with her forever.
* * * *
Later that evening, Simon stared down at his sleeping fiancée. He’d made love to her for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. The moment she’d uttered that one wonderful word, he’d been a goner. He stroked her hair down her back and squeezed her full bottom before moving away to stare out of the window.
There was a lot for them to do. He intended to keep Hope busy for the next fifty years. She was his everything. His words today hadn’t been fake or practiced. They were the words that had come from his heart. She’d been part of his life for an entire year. Within that year he’d seen the men at work flirting with her and touching her body. He’d sat in his office seething with hatred for the men who were free to touch her whenever they liked. When he was alone at functions and other women tried to gain his attention, he had to fight them off.
He didn’t want to live his life wanting Hope and forever having to remain apart from her in the public eye. The moment he could get it arranged she would be his wife.
She muttered something in her sleep and searched for his warmth. Simon went back to the bed and climbed in behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and breathed in the delicious scent of her body.
Hope sighed and settled back against him. He’d worked her over good that day and she needed her rest.
Simon glanced at the clock over the bedside table. It was now in the early hours of Sunday morning. Before the weekend was up he’d promised himself he would have his ring on her finger and he had kept that promise.
Smiling to himself, he pressed a kiss to her neck and let sleep claim him.
Epilogue
Six months later
Simon stood at the altar waiting for his bride. His wedding day had finally arrived and with it, Hope would become his wife for the rest of their lives.
The moment he had announced their engagement the world had gone nuts with their love story. Everyone wanted to know about the couple who’d met and fallen in love at work. Their love was just a cliché to the outside world whereas to him, he knew the truth. When the public looked at them together, they saw a boss and an employee and there was nothing special about that. People fell in love with those they worked closely with all the time.
But they were so much more than two people who’d fallen in love with each other at work.
Simon had fallen in love with Hope the moment she’d spilt the coffee over her pristine white shirt. That love had developed when he’d seen her in the BDSM club he frequented, sitting alone at the bar waiting for someone. Then he’d fallen deeper in love with her when he’d proposed and she’d denied him.
Their love was different and would forever remain so.
His weekend of seduction had been his last trick to get what he wanted. He’d known how he felt about her, but seeing her hesitation and understanding it had given him the key to unlock her heart.
The music began to play and he turned to look at the front of the church. He waited for her. The church was filled with the press and his closest friends. There were also several members of the club present.
And then she was there, a true vision of pure beauty in a white dress. She looked every part the radiant woman, and the glow beaming out of her meant something new to him.
That very morning, Hope had told him the good news.
She was pregnant with his baby.
He watched as she walked down the aisle towards him. Her gaze rested on him. Simon stared at her and waited. He wanted to go to her and carry her up to the altar to be with him. His gaze moved down her body. She wasn’t showing yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time.
Minutes passed and he waited for her. Her father lifted her veil, kissed her cheek then offered her to him. Simon thanked her father, taking his daughter from him.
“I love you,” he said, whispering against her ear.
“I love you too.”
He walked her to the priest.
Simon spoke the words requested of him then placed his band of commitment on her finger. Hope Allen was now his wife.
About the Author
Sam Crescent has always had a love of fiction; through her teen years she would find friendship between the pages rather than in an actual person. By the time she turned sixteen she discovered Mills and Boon and never looked back. She loved the quick happily-ever-after read. A guarantee that, no matter what happened, the heroes and heroines would always find their soulmate. After college and starting a degree, one lonely, bored night she searched the internet looking for a new author to read. On that night, and in the years to come, she discovered romantica and erotic writing.
Email: [email protected]
Sam loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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Dedication
For Stacey who tagged me with this and Eleanor who helps me with all my TEB titles! Thanks
Chapter One
Surveying his Malibu compound as the limo pulled up the long horseshoe drive, Jason Abbot smiled. He’d hated being away from the calm order of his California life. With the wedding only a week off, he needed to keep his fiancée free of jitters.
She’d never show a hint of panic or stress, and his sub was eager to please in bed. There he could work out all of her nerves, because weddings were stressful times, whether she admitted it or not.
There she stood, poised on the porch waiting for him. Fiona Brandon’s curves couldn’t be missed in the proper skirt suits she wore. Her wavy reddish brown hair was pulled back but he could see her inquisitive brown eyes on him. Over a year ago, she’d been hired to provide his chain of luxury tourist bed-and-breakfasts with custom flower arrangements. Back then she’d worked for a place in Beverly Hills. Now she had her own company. The work and vision had been hers, he’d only encouraged her.
The woman to thank for the match was their housekeeper, who’d originally p
icked Fi’s flowers for the compound. Mrs Caster stepped out onto the porch and waved as the limo stopped. The round woman took no crap and made no fuss about any kinky games played in private.
The driver opened the door as the staff of maids unloaded the luggage. Jason had two sealed boxes in the car with him. Carrying them out carefully, he glanced back at his friend, who said, “Have a good one.”
Jason nodded to the driver. “Take Teddy home so he can freshen up and settle in. He’ll be back for dinner in a few hours.”
“Later, Jas.” Teddy waved.
“Go rest,” Jason replied.
Fiona waved at Teddy as well. When the limo was gone, Jason followed Fiona into the house and she hugged him tight. Without fail, her mouth found his. “I missed you. Did you have a good trip?”
“Profitable, in the end. Don’t make me drop these packages,” he warned.
She grabbed one box and set it safely on the entry hall marble table, which was graced with a gorgeous creation of hers. Only she could make cactus so dazzling.
“What are they?” she asked.
“Gifts for you. Be careful with them.” He set the other box down and hugged her from behind. Her flared hips and round ass pressed back against him.
“May I open them here or are they private gifts?” she asked.
The woman had self-control and he loved it. She wasn’t a whimpering lost sub nor was she annoyingly bratty. Fi knew herself and her limits well at twenty-nine. He’d never imagined getting married but she had been the one to change that in his mind.
He slid his hand up and pinched her left nipple. The piercing was a gift for the engagement—a proper ring for her finger and the custom stud for her breast. She leant back and kissed his cheek before opening the first box.
“Oh my. These are so rare!” She lifted out the samples of purple lady slipper orchids.
“They are. But that is your favourite colour. I asked them to get me something very uncommon. You can grow your own.” He smiled.
She opened the other box and found more purple.
“Those are campion. Another rare one but I’m sure you can grow them here. If anyone can, you’ll do it,” Jason said.
She turned in his arms and kissed him hard. “Thank you. I’ll do my best with them, but they’re so hard to make thrive.”
“That’ll be a great challenge. Upstairs in ten minutes.” He smacked her ass.
“I only need two minutes, I need to get someone here to take these to the greenhouse and get working on them.” She blushed and grabbed her phone.
Five minutes later, Jason had given Mrs Caster the instructions for a private dinner in a couple of hours and sat in the bedroom waiting.
“Seven minutes,” he said when she entered.
“Sorry, those are so unusual that I had to give my best employee some added instructions.” She smiled and locked the door behind her. “Did you miss me?”
“I did. Now strip off those clothes and crawl to me.” It was no small distance. His bedroom was a dual suite with a massive bed, sitting area and hot tub plus attached full bath and a walk-in closet the size of the bedroom he’d grown up in.
She removed her clothing, including the lacy thong and bra, and crawled to him in nothing but heels and a hair clip. Her nipple stud gleamed in the afternoon sun. One side was an impressive diamond matching the one on her finger. The other side was a flower. It was uniquely her.
“You were good? Followed my instructions?” he asked.
“Of course. I couldn’t have any sexual fun without you anyway.” Her ass was hiked up and she licked her lips.
His cock grew hard as he saw the slight sway of her breasts. The curves and slight bounce in her body drove him mad. She was perfect for him. He patted his lap as she approached. “Sit here.”
She obeyed and encircled his neck with her arms. “I missed you, Sir.”
He kissed her and fingered her pussy. So wet. She moaned the second he spread her lips. “No playing with yourself even while thinking of me?”
“No, Sir. I did turn my nipple ring so it didn’t heal over and I showered thoroughly but not a single orgasm in a week. You could’ve taken me with you.” She slid her tongue into his mouth.
“I wanted to, but with the wedding, I thought it might cause more stress with last-minute plans. And I wanted to make sure you could handle it well. Your business and mine may make it necessary at times.” He hugged her.
“Now we know we can be apart and loyal without going totally crazy. But I do need a serious spanking. I thought of you naked often. I dreamed you’d come home early.” She plucked the buttons on his dress shirt.
“Is that supposed to be a request?” He smacked her ass. The woman was still in her logical and very controlled mindset. An equal in public worked for him—he loved her success and intelligence—but sometimes she needed to stop thinking so much.
She slid down onto her knees on the carpet. “Forgive me. I’m out of practice. Please, Sir. I need to be spanked and restrained. I desperately need to be reminded of my place in your life.”
He smiled and lifted her chin. The glisten of her tears tugged at him. “I missed you too. I love you. Crawl to the bed. Hands behind your back, stay kneeling.”
“Yes, Sir.” She obeyed instantly and folded her arms at the small of her back.
He grabbed some lengths of rope from the kinky side of their closet and fitted it under her pretty tits and over her upper arms. He tied it snug then secured her forearms so she couldn’t wiggle it loose.
“Stand,” he ordered.
She did it with elegance that had taken practice. Next he bound her knees and ankles. “Kneel on the bed, face down, ass up.”
She worked her way into position and he studied her. Spreading her ass cheeks and pussy lips, he found her wet and perfectly shaved. “What would you do for relief?” he asked.
“Anything, Sir.” She moved slightly.
He trailed his fingers along her spine. “Anything? Don’t lie. I know your limits. What’s your safe word?”
“Peony,” she said.
“Good. I’m glad you thought of me while I was gone.” He kicked off his shoes and opened his fly then pushed his dress pants and boxer briefs to the floor. His belt clinked as it landed and he knew just how hard it was for her not to see him naked now. “Did you think of anyone else?”
“No!” she answered immediately.
“Good.” He believed her. “Were you wet thinking of me?”
“Yes, Sir. All the time,” she moaned.
He smacked her ass with his hand. “So you never acted on it but you kept yourself in a constant state of arousal. Dirty girl. You’re right. You need to be punished.” He massaged her ass cheeks. She had flesh to spare there and he loved it. The woman also had a pain tolerance that let him play.
“Please, spank me. I shouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow.” She wagged her ass at him.
“You decide? You want the pain to feel better. What about my needs?” He rubbed his hard cock over her milky skin.
“Fuck me, please. I need both.” Her body relaxed.
He pulled her legs from under her and let her feet hit the floor. He tested her cunt with one finger and she tightened on him. Finally he pressed into her and filled her pussy in a single stroke. Her moans and whimpers filled his ears as he drove hard and tugged the ropes on her arms so she rocked back towards him.
“I can’t stop, Sir.” She gasped.
He felt her climax hit and reached around to cup her breasts. “Come for me.”
She muffled her screams in the bedding, though no one on the staff would blink an eye over any sounds coming from their bedroom. Her hips pushed back on him for more.
“My sex-crazed slut wants more.” He pounded her pussy and came deep inside her with a grunt. “You’ll have to wait.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
“I hope you remembered to take your pills while I was away.” They hadn’t used condoms, except for a
nal sex, since the engagement. Both had been tested and he loved the idea that she might end up pregnant now that they were down to only one form of birth control. They weren’t trying yet. She didn’t want to become pregnant until married.
“I took them. The wedding comes first.” She tested the ropes and relaxed in them.
“I know.” He cursed whatever man had fathered her and left her. Her parents had never been married and she wanted things done right. Commitment meant a lot to her. “I brought you another gift.”
* * * *
She waited patiently as he dressed, retrieved the box from his bag and returned. He spoilt her and no amount of protesting from her stopped him. The man had tons of money but she loved the whole package—financial security was a new reality for her, but the ropes and the kink were more attractive. He was loyal and kind to employees and staff, as well as to her. He understood her quirks and needs.
When he returned, she straightened her back and offered her ass.
“You need to pace yourself. I have a lot planned for you.” He held out the toy.
The flower-shaped riding crop looked like it packed a sting. Her pussy throbbed. “Thank you. I love that toy already. Please, I need it.”
“You do. Your backside is pale.” He caressed her bottom and bit her hip.
Resting her head on the pillow, she gave in. He loved to play and make her wait. The first crack was light—he was testing it out. Fiona trusted that he’d never touch or play with another woman so he needed to feel the toy out.
“Harder,” she encouraged.
“Don’t play too hard early or you’ll be worn out.” He landed another smack.
