Scars

by Scars

  Perhaps this was the time to take the next step.

  "From the way you're watching me I guess you know what's coming next. I know the last time you weren't ready, but it would please me immensely if you are ready to try this now."

  He was doing that thing again with his voice. The reassuring, enticing quality back again. It was the voice that could defuse an explosive situation. The one that was telling her to take another step forward in their relationship, to yield and trust him.

  "Are you ready for this?"

  She swallowed but still said, "Yes."

  He nodded. "As always, you should let me know if you want me to stop for any reason."

  He leaned in and placed the sash over her eyes, wrapping it at the back of her head. Darkness pervaded around her. He moved away. Her body lost the heat, and she missed him.

  She listened out trying to figure out where he was and knowing the pile of the carpets would muffle his bare footsteps.

  Hearing nothing except the pounding of her heart, she licked her lips, her mind warring between anticipation and trepidation. Was he still in the room? How long would he leave her like this, bound intricately and on her knees? She shifted to get more comfortable on the bed, but she couldn't pull her thighs together because of the way the rope was wound around her legs.

  The tinkle of crockery informed her he was back in the sitting room. Curiosity made her inhale deeply so she could figure out what meal he had ordered. They'd eaten dinner with their guests at the reception hall. Feeling peckish, she wouldn’t reject a snack.

  His scent, the mix of smoky cologne and all male spice that was pure Ben invaded her nostrils. She drew in a deep breath, her nerves calming. He was back in the bedroom.

  "Open your mouth for me."

  She did as he instructed, and he placed something on her tongue. She closed her mouth and allowed the taste to sink in. First the texture was creamy. Perhaps cream, perhaps cheese. She wasn't sure. Yet as she chewed, she felt the crunch of biscuits. Then came the sweet acidic taste of fruit.

  "Do you know what you're eating?" The sound of his voice was warm and sensuous.

  "Strawberry cheesecake?" She loved strawberries, and by default any dessert made with the fruit.

  "Close. On the menu, it read 'Strawberry parfait with Vin Santo, mascarpone and biscotti'."

  She mewled. His low chuckle made her chest bloom with warmth. She loved the sound of his laughter.

  Cool glass touched her lips. She opened them, and he tipped the glass. She inhaled an aroma of ripe pear. The popping sounds of tiny bubbles filled the air. The liquid filled her mouth, and she tasted apples and citrus. She rolled it around her mouth before swallowing, loving the flavour.

  "Champagne," she said with a smile after it had gone down her throat.

  "Well done."

  He continued feeding her, spooning in the dessert, she licking the spoon clean each time before he gave her a sip of champagne.

  Just simply letting go and being fed by him relaxed her. She gave in to the sensual play drowning in the flavours and scents. He started using his fore finger to feed her. Each time she wrapped her tongue around it and licked it clean.

  Some cream touched her cheek. His hot breath whispered against her cheek before his warm tongue laved the spot.

  Strong fingers wrapped the hair at the nape of her hair tugging her head back. Then he was kissing her, his lips possessing, his tongue invading. He tasted like heaven, and she moaned into his mouth. He stopped, withdrawing.

  "You've been a good girl." He loosened her arms from behind and rubbed them to get her circulation flowing again. Slowly he tipped her back, and she allowed him to lay her back to the bed. He secured her hands on the spindles of the headboard.

  "And I'm going to give you what I promised you."

  Her womb contracted, gushing wetness. He must've noticed with her thighs spread out leaving her sex to his view. The light pressure from the pad of his fingers on her clit made her jump with the unexpected sensation before she lifted her hip to feel more of his touch.

  What she'd been waiting for since he slipped that vibrator into her slit. All she needed was more friction, more of his hand, working her body like he was so good at doing. The fever of orgasm built within her, winding her body taut, so she'd be flying off the edge.

  "You won't be coming until I'm buried deep inside your sweet pussy."

  She groaned in frustration when the feel from his hands stopped. The metallic clank of his belt buckle and the swish of fabric sliding over indicated he was taking off his trousers. Finally. Her heart pounded in her chest. She had to stop her body from squirming visibly in excitement.

  Then he was on top of her, his heat surrounding her, his flesh against her flesh as he explored her body with his lips, starting from her neck, a nip here, a lick there, a suck elsewhere.

  Her breasts and her belly received special attention. He worshiped her like she was a goddess, kissing every one of her scars. By the time he reached between her thighs, her body was trembling, her bud throbbing. All it took was the flick of his tongue on her swollen nub, and she was fighting to stop herself from disintegrating in the most intense orgasm ever.

  Then the broad head of his erection was pushing against her wet slit. He shoved inside her, filling her, stroking her, her pleasure rising again. First he was excruciatingly slow and steady. She pleaded, her shame at begging him dissipating.

  Then he increased the tempo, pounding into her body like she'd imagined, taking her back to dizzying heights. This time she came apart, screaming his name. He wasn't far behind her, and they rode the waves together. She blanked out.

  When she came to, Ben had untied her hands and removed the sash covering her eyes but left the rope around her body. She couldn’t believe how intense her orgasm had been. Her body still trembled.

  As he spooned her into his body, she whispered in a croaky voice. "Thank you."

  "What for?" he asked as he nibbled her ear.

  "For giving me the most intense climax ever and for still wanting me regardless. I feel so light, like a heavy weight has been lifted."

  "That will never change."

  She let out a soft sigh, content in his presence and promise as he nuzzled her neck.

  "And actually, I lied when I said I didn't want you to wear anything all weekend. There's something I'd like you to wear." He leaned across and opened the side drawer. He withdrew a long black velvet box that spanned his palms.

  Her heart raced as she wondered what jewellery was inside it. Apart from her wedding ring, he hadn't given her jewellery before.

  He opened the lid, revealing a platinum link charm bracelet with one charm attached.

  She gasped. "It's beautiful."

  "Not as beautiful as you." He smiled. "But close."

  Lifting the bracelet out, he put the box away. She saw it then. The mini red corset attached to the gift. Tears welled in her eyes. She understood the significance.

  "I actually thought about buying you a collar."

  She frowned. She didn't want a collar.

  His lips curled in a smile. "But I know you're not ready for it."

  She met his intense gaze filled with determination. Then it clicked in her mind. Ben understood her a lot more than she'd given him credit for. He would never force his will on her. Her heart clenched.

  "This bracelet signifies our commitment to each other and that you belong to me, temporarily at least. For as long as you wear it, you are under my protection, and I will fulfil my promises to you."

  He paused, held her gaze as if reading or waiting for her to say something. But she had no objections. In her heart she knew he would keep to his word. He wouldn't fail her. She could trust him. For that reason she would wear his bracelet with pride.

  "Do you accept to be mine, Lina?"

  "Yes." She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with tears.

  He took her hand, kissed her knuckles before hooking the bracelet on.

  "For each laye
r of your shield you let go, I'm going to add a charm to the bracelet. One day, your heart as well as your body will belong to me."

  He turned her face and kissed her. She succumbed to his power. At this rate, her heart would be his sooner rather than later. One thing was certain, married life would be fun after all.

  The End

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  SECRETS

  Blurb:

  Her body is his to command, her heart his to win.

  Selina Moss bared her body to her husband and allowed him to see her and touch her like no one else has ever done. When a member of the family visits, she realizes there is still so much about her husband she doesn't know.

  Benjamin's remorse about his family history drives his actions. Selina is his present, and he'll do whatever it takes to protect her from being contaminated by his past, including revealing the shame that burns his soul.

  But for Selina, finding out about Benjamin's past means investing emotionally in a man who's only going to walk away once their temporary arrangement comes to an end. Is she ready to bare her heart to him along with the secrets of the past?

  Chapter One

  "Wake up, beauty." Benjamin's alert tone penetrated Selina's sleep.

  She stirred slowly, her body weighed down, languid. The aroma of dark roasted coffee beans wafted around her, alerting her brain. She lifted her eyelids and blinked a few times.

  Sunlight streamed in, the black heavy curtains pulled back. A light breeze coming through the open balcony door lifted the white sheer curtain beneath. Cool air kissed her shoulders and face. She dragged the bedcovers up, burrowing deeper.

  At the soft hissing sound of a door opening, she rolled onto her back. Her husband walked out of the walk-in closet. Half-naked, he stood in the middle of their master bedroom in a pair of charcoal chinos, his bare torso and arms a golden beacon drawing her waking desire.

  Her breath caught and held for the briefest of moments, her pulse skipping a beat, both standard rising responses these days to seeing Ben in any state of undress.

  Instead of giving in to the flare of arousal in her veins, Selina shifted, lifting her body into a sitting position, her brows pulled together in a frown. Something was wrong.

  In Ben's hand a sky blue shirt he'd just unwrapped from the laundry service dangled, the clear branded cellophane scrunched and tossed in the waste paper bin in the corner.

  Looking over his shoulder, his gaze met hers, and the corners of his grey eyes crinkled, his lips curled in a rare smile she never tired of witnessing. He must have seen the question in her expression because he said, "I have to go into the office this morning."

  Her gaze fell away to where her fingers now clutched the white bed sheet almost defensively, and her shoulders slumped.

  "It's Saturday." And play day, she omitted from saying, disappointment tugging in belly.

  After an initial reluctance, she'd come to look forward to their weekend ritual. The pressure of her job working as a senior pharmacist in a hospital meant that some days she felt like a bottle of shaken fizzy drink waiting to explode as soon as someone opened it.

  Play days were her opportunity to unwind and de-stress, a safe environment where she didn't have to be in charge, where she could trust Ben to take care of her needs. The routine had become as much a part of her survival mechanism as sealing the memories of her past.

  "I know. Moss Star provides a 24/7 service." His massive shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug.

  Letting out a soft sigh, Selina nodded.

  Benjamin ran his own business. Unfortunately, it meant that he sometimes had to work at weekends or be available to his staff. And though they were married, it was still just a temporary arrangement she'd agreed to because of her brother. Her needs were secondary to Kaya's and Ben's.

  Yet as much as she tried to rationalize his reason in her mind, her stomach churned, the disappointment souring her mouth, turning to anger in her veins. After years of surviving on her own, she should've known better than to rely on anyone but herself.

  In the past month, she'd come to depend on Benjamin, to need the comfort of his dominance, the mastery of his touch, the pleasure of giving herself freely to him. She'd let her guard slip, handing her scarred body into his care, trusting him to see all of her and not just her physical blemishes, to protect her.

  It had been a mistake. Starting now, she would remedy the error by finding another way to relax today. She didn't need Ben. Or anyone else.

  Swinging her legs over to her side of the bed, she prepared to stand.

  "Stay right there," Ben said in his usual deep voice. Despite the calmness to his words, she didn't miss the order.

  Instinctively, traitorously, her body stilled, an almost natural response to his command. Her mind rebelled, her anger still riding her blood with each beat of her heart. Lifting her head, she glared at him, her obedience tottering on razor-thin wires.

  "What are you doing?" he asked, the warning in his cool voice apparent.

  In a heartbeat his smile faded, and his lips flattened, the grey of his eyes marbling, the muscles of his arms bunching. He held her defiant gaze and raised it like in a poker game, challenging her to take it one step further into outright disobedience.

  Could she dare to call his bluff?

  Mentally, she calculated the distance between the bed and the adjoining bathroom. She could make a dash for it and rely on the safety of its enclosure. Since Ben had to go out, perhaps he would just ignore her. By the time he got home, her insubordination would be forgotten.

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