Twisted Together

by Pepper Winters

  She bit her lip, forehead furrowing as I ringed and teased.

  “Tell me—what does it feel like?” I whispered. Her back clenched as I pressed harder. Her body responded to the pressure by trying to escape. Her hips tilted downward, dislodging me. “Ah, ah, no running from me. You know I don’t like it when you deny me.”

  I swirled the lube, clenching my jaw. Fuck, I needed to breach her. “Tell me.…”

  “It feels—” Her teeth snapped together as I surged forward, flexing my hips against her thigh, branding her with my aching, burning cock. “It feels strange. I don’t know if I like it or not.”

  I’ll make you like it. I would make her love it.

  Kissing her shoulder, I couldn’t help sinking my teeth into her flesh. Giving her pain to latch onto, I thrust forward, breaking the seal, entering her with my fingertip. The collar kept her throat prisoner and my hands itched to tug the leash. To hold the reins and ride her.

  Her body quivered, hiding her moan against the mattress.

  She was so tight—so unwilling to let me intrude. It drove me mad. The beast inside panted to just take and fuck. But the softer side knew I had to prepare her. I would hurt her in other ways—but not this.

  Thrusting in and out, I eased her body to accept my intrusion. Strawberry surrounded us, smelling sickly sweet.

  “Now how does it feel?” I rocked my hips. “See what you’re doing to me, Tess. I’m so fucking hard. No other pain in my body compares to the ache in my balls from needing you.” My voice rasped over her, scattering goosebumps on her skin.

  She panted. Little pulses of energy hijacked her spine, tipping upward to meet my touch. “It still feels strange. And wrong.”

  I chuckled, pressing deeper. “There’s nothing wrong about this, esclave.” I bit her shoulder again. Every passing second drained me of sweetness, giving me the darkness I knew so well. My thigh twinged, the muscles in my torso were sore and stiff, but I couldn’t stop.

  I rubbed against her hip, gritting my teeth as a sharp wave of release threatened to explode. “Goddammit,” I growled. I’m so fucking turned on.

  Tess breathed, “More…don’t let me overthink it. Give me more.”

  I groaned; my frayed self-control snapped a little. “You want, and I’ll give. Your wishes are the reason I’m alive.”

  Withdrawing my finger, I unfolded another, probing at her entry. I gave her no warning or time to adjust. Two fingers breached her body.

  She bit the sheets, a groan erupting from her lips. Her heart slammed against my chest.

  Tugging the leash, reminding her I owned her life, I whispered, “Are you afraid, esclave?” I pressed a row of kisses along her neck. I needed to be closer—which was fucking ridiculous ‘cause I half lay on her already. I wanted to blanket her. I wanted to lie on top of my wife and let her know there would be no escape from me. Ever. I wanted her to know my body would protect hers, all while taking payment in the most delicious ways.

  Holding my weight on one arm, I fucked her with my fingers.

  She nodded. “Will it hurt?”

  For a second, I considered pulling away and sliding into her pussy instead. Her wet heat was so fucking close. It would be so easy to enter and come. The monster in me agreed, growling at the thought of spanking her, punishing her for not being strong enough to give me what I wanted.

  But tonight was special.

  Tonight was the first night of the rest of our lives. I wanted to celebrate with something we would never forget. I fucking needed her. So damn much. I wouldn’t deny myself.

  “It won’t if you don’t fight. Do you trust me?”

  Removing my fingers, I leaned back to spurt a generous amount of gel onto my cock. The instant the cold liquid hit my overheated tip, I groaned. Sparking pleasure erupted in a small cloudy bead, mixing with the lube. Fuck me, I almost came.

  How the hell was I supposed to touch myself and enter her without blowing?

  My heartbeat crashed against my ribs. Angling Tess below, I arched my hips.

  Tess sucked in a breath. I shuddered with lust, hovering over her like a demon possessed. My cock dripped with strawberries, wedged between her ass cheeks.

  “Yes. I trust you.”

  I drew blood, biting my lip to stop myself from driving into her. My eyes turned gritty and sore—need thickened my blood.

  Tess looked behind, her eyes tracing my chest to where we joined in a sticky mess of pink gel. “Do it, Q. Don’t make me wait.” Her voice wobbled but a small tinge of passion hid within her fear. Her hips rocked, gluing us together.

  “Goddammit, Tess. You’re seriously overestimating my self-control not to hurt you. I want you. So. Fucking. Bad.” My hips thrust of their own accord. “Having you like this, it’s driving me insane.”

  She smiled softly, feeding off my need, relaxing into the power I gave her. “I told you. I trust you.” Her hand came up, wrapping around the base of my cock.

  Goddammit to fucking hell. My elbows gave out; I crashed against her body. A throaty growl erupted from my chest sounding exactly like the beast inside. “Esclave—”

  Her tight little fingers stroked my girth—stealing every thought, every pain—taking me completely prisoner. “Yes, maître?”

  I couldn’t remember my name, let alone speak. Her fingers spread the gel from tip to base, squeezing the throbbing erection until my head pounded. My teeth were dust from clenching so hard. I couldn’t do it anymore.

  “Arch your back. I can’t wait any longer.” I tore a pillow from the top of the bed, wedging it beneath her hips. Her mouth popped wide as her ass presented at the perfect height.

  I fisted my cock, rearing back to sit over her. My legs screamed at the sheet against my stitches but I was past fucking caring.

  Tess looked over her shoulder. Her eyes wide, face white, but her breathing wasn’t panicked. Slowly she reached to her ass, spreading her cheeks.

  The simple offering blew my fucking mind; I throttled my cock. I wouldn’t last. I couldn’t last. Not when I was so close.

  Keeping her ass spread with one hand, she reached with her other to grab my length. She didn’t say a word, guiding me downward. Her fingers didn’t stroke or tease, they just delivered me to my ultimate goal.

  Our eyes locked and I fell forward, planting my palms on the mattress on either side of her. I let Tess take me. I gave her all control—hoping to hell I could hold on long enough to push inside. I’d wanted to play with the leash. I’d wanted to tease and play. But this—this incessant need to be inside—it couldn’t be denied.

  “Take me, Q. Je suis à toi.” The instant the head of my cock pressed against her puckered muscle, I lost control of my mouth. “Fucking fuck, Tess. I'm about to fucking come all over your back.”

  She laughed softly. “Don’t. Wait till you’re in me. I want you to come inside me.” Her fingers tightened, pulling me forward while forcing herself back.

  There was resistance, heat, pressure—a barrier that wanted nothing to do with my cock.

  Then release.

  A giving, a softening.

  “Ah!” Her eyes squeezed with a pain; her fingers fell from my erection, clutching the sheets. Every muscle in my body locked down as I forced my way forward, millimetre by millimetre, stealing her virginity.

  She breathed hard, her body shivering with uncomfortableness. I thrust a little, easing my size into her body.

  Fuck, she’s even tighter than I thought.

  “Oh…ah…” she groaned, jerking with agony. I knew I should stop. I knew I should retreat. But I couldn’t. My cock had taken control and I pulled back only to rock forward, invading deeper, stretching wider.

  My entire body trembled. My eyes snapped shut; all I could focus on was the incredible tightness around the rim of my shaft.

  Her hand latched around me again, squeezing hard. “Stop—let me get used to you.”

  Shit. Stop? That was asking for a fucking miracle. Growling through a tight jaw, I said, “Y
ou take me. Control the speed.” I locked my elbows, afraid to move an inch incase I slammed into her. “Take. Your. Time.”

  A second ticked past where her body hummed with tension. Finally, she nodded. We didn’t say a word as her fingers shook around my length, holding me still while her back tensed, arching upward.

  Fuck. Fuck. Me.

  Her hesitation was the worst kind of aphrodisiac. It fed me. Fuck, it fed me. I lost all softness, wanting to bite and spank and own.

  She pushed again. I groaned as my tip travelled deeper, growing hot with her body, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Her ass resented my claiming but she never stopped working, never stopped inching me further.

  Tess gritted her teeth. A tear trickled down her cheek.

  I froze. “Stop. If you’re in pain. Stop.”

  She shook her head. “Do it. You take me. I’ll work through the pain. Please, just do it.”

  Two sides of me. Husband and master. The husband hated the idea of his wife in pain. I wanted to cut off my cock for causing her such discomfort. But the master loved his slave’s agony, drinking on it—getting high on it.

  I struggled to stay coherent.

  Tess’s hand fell away, placing both palms on either side of her face. Her eyes squeezed tight, giving me complete control.

  “I’ll try not to hurt you, esclave,” I grunted, grabbing her hips to anchor myself. With my jaw clenched, sweat trickling down my temples, I rocked into her. Time lost all meaning as I worked her, teaching her body I could fit—giving her no choice but to accept.

  Centimetre by centimetre, I took her. Fucking worshipping this woman who trusted me so damn much.

  Tess’s back glistened with moisture as my last thrust hit resistance.

  I’d claimed her. My cock was as far as it could go—balls resting against her cheeks.

  “Damn, you feel amazing,” I whispered, bowing over her, kissing her salty shoulder.

  She trembled. “You’re so big.”

  I chuckled. “Thanks for the ego stroke, esclave.”

  Her lips quirked. “I meant you feel huge. I’m throbbing and aching and sore and…”

  My arms bunched. Go on—fuck her. The incessant demand thundered in time with my heart. But I couldn’t. She needed time to adjust—to grow used to the tightness. Wrapping the leash around my fist, I tugged gently. Her spine curved, moving with the collar around her throat.

  “What else…you stopped yourself. Tell me. I want to know.” I dragged my teeth along her shoulder, lapping up her fear.

  “I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt. That first thrust was worse than awful. But now…it’s fading. I can feel every inch of you. Every nerve ending is assaulted by overwhelming fullness, but the pain is changing…” A look flittered across her face, then she clenched.

  I lost my fucking sanity.

  Her tight strong muscles clutched my cock, milking me with fire. My stomach seized, my back bowed, my eyes rolled.

  My hand came up, landing with a loud smack on her ass. Shit. I didn’t mean to do that.

  “Je suis désolé.” I’m sorry. “It just—fuck it feels good.”

  She did it again, dragging a stream of curses from my throat.

  She laughed, creating even more pressure and sensation around my cock. I slammed a hand on her lower back, forcing her into the mattress. “God—you keep doing that and I’ll blow. I’m holding on barely, Tess.”

  “What do you want, Q? Tell me…I want to know.”

  I groaned. My vision filled with flushed skin, blood, and tears, but I swallowed those tendencies. I didn’t need them. Not today.

  “I want to come in your sweet ass. I want to bruise you, so you’ll know this belongs to me—just like every inch of you does. I want to show you how much I fucking love you.”

  Her inner muscles squeezed, hurtling me closer to the edge.

  “Do it. I want all of it. Lose yourself in me.”

  Lose yourself in me.

  Lose yourself.

  Damn, how I wanted to. But I couldn’t. Not completely.

  With shaking arms, legs, fucking shaking everything, I thrust forward.

  Her lips went slack; her eyes popped wide. “Oh.” The surprise echoed around the room. My stomach squeezed tight.

  “Does. It. Hurt?” I growled, clutching her hips. I thrust again, rocking more than fucking—making love.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Stop! I had to stop.

  Sweat beaded; I battled waves after waves of a very determined orgasm. My balls were marble hard. My quads burned from tensing.

  Tess rocked back. “More. Give me more.”

  “Tess—” I couldn’t fight anymore. She wanted more. I’d give her more. I fell over her back, imprisoning her to the mattress. My forehead pressed against her shoulder blades and I thrust. Man, I fucking thrust.

  She cried out. My heart lurched to a halt but her cries turned to moans. It wasn’t pain lacing her voice—it was pleasure.

  “Describe it—what do you feel, esclave?” I whispered hoarsely. My eyes landed on her collar and the inscription: property of Q Mercer. I swallowed a groan of happiness.

  “Like…pressure…you’re rubbing and bruising and it feels so strange, but it also feels….”

  I drove inside. “Feels?”

  Her lips parted in a moan. “It feels good. So good.”

  My heart winged. I rocked again, biting the inside of my cheek, staving off another wave of pleasure. “I told you it would feel good.”

  Her hips arched, pressing into mine, crushing my balls against our bodies. “So good,” she panted. “More, Q. Take me.”

  And that was the extent of my self-control. I’d run out of strength.

  Seeking her ear, I bit her lobe. “I’m going to take you now, Tess.”

  She hummed in her throat.

  My fingers looped around the leash, holding her firm. I would ride this woman. This insanely incredible woman. “I’m going to claim you as your husband, master, and owner. I’m going to fill you so deep, you’ll scream.”

  “Please,” she whimpered, her body writhing beneath mine.

  And that was all I needed.

  My forehead resumed its position between her shoulder blades. I let go. My mouth fell wide as pleasure I’d never felt before rocked down my spine. Insanely sharp, spurring me on, slicing my soul into pieces.

  I gave myself over to ecstasy. Tess cried out as I made love to her.

  Harder.

  Harder.

  Long and invasive strokes.

  Claiming.

  Taking.

  Loving.

  Fucking.

  Tess’s fingers opened and closed on the sheets, her pants meeting mine, her body rising to meet my every thrust.

  Every second I came undone, losing my sense of self, giving my past, my darkness, my hopes and dreams to my wife. The master of my heart.

  I lasted another ten seconds.

  Ten mind-splintering seconds of bliss.

  The desire in my blood lit a match, annihilating everything in my blood.

  This was just the beginning.

  The beginning of my eternal happiness.

  The beginning of a future I never thought I would have.

  I’m married. My sins aren’t awful. My desires aren’t frightful.

  Tess was my complete circle. She was my home. My refuge. My best friend and partner. We’d found each other not just for this lifetime but forever.

  My beast purred. My monster stretched.

  I’ve been tamed.

  And I fucking loved it.

  I came.

  Fucking came in rhythmic pulses. Splashing Tess with everything I had to give.

  Wave after wave of thick, painful release shot from my balls. It ricocheted down my legs to my toes, building intensity before crashing from my body into my wife.

  My wife.

  I came hard and deep into the woman I’d married.

  The woman I’d cla
imed.

  The woman who would always be mine.

  The crown to my throne.

  YOU ARE MY HOME

  I’d never been prouder.

  Q. My master, husband, protector, and friend strode across the stage to shake hands with the prime minster of France. With a cool, professional smile, Q accepted the scroll, concentrating on whatever the prime minster said in his ear.

  Holy hell, he’s handsome.

  Suzette squeezed my hand. “I always hoped he’d be recognised for everything he’s done. Everything he’s kept hidden.”

  I bowed my head toward hers, mixing my blonde with her mahogany. “I doubt he wants this much spotlight, though.”

  Every time we went out in public, my instincts were on high alert. I’d learned to trust them—speaking my mind if I wanted more security, or asking Franco to do an extra background check on an association.

  I would never let anyone take Q away from me again. I’d meant my vows and spent every day upholding them.

  Suzette laughed. Franco poked her side, pointing at the stage where Q disengaged from the prime minister, heading toward the podium and microphone. “Pay attention.” His voice was harsh, but he winked. “That’s our boss up there.”

  Your boss. My master.

  I shifted in my seat, happily remembering just who my master was thanks to the ache between my legs.

  Suzette sighed, her lips playing with a grin. I didn’t know what was going on with them—if anything—but whatever it was, they kept it a well-hidden secret.

  Frederick and Angelique caught my eye across the aisle, giving me a warm smile. I returned the greeting, mentally reminding myself to check on the menu with Mrs. Sucre for their bi-weekly visit.

  My eyes returned to the stage where Q stood tall and proud. No bruises marked his face anymore. His legs were a crisscross of silver scars from Lynx, the bullet-hole in his thigh healed to match the one in his bicep, and all check-ups on his heart were clear.

  He’d been lucky.

  I’d been lucky.

  The honeymoon in Seychelles came back. The sun. The moonlight swims. The sex. God, the sex. Tame, soft, and slow. Angry, abusive, and fast. Q had evolved into a lover who read me so well. Giving me pain when I wanted it. Giving me pleasure when I needed it.