by LM Terry
“Please what?” he chides.
“Please give me more.” I try to push against his torturous hand, but my bindings are holding me in place, not giving me room to move.
He pulls away forcing me to groan loudly with his denial.
“Punishment first Anna. I’m going to give you ten spankings. Five for the first time you made me wait and five for the second. I should add another five for not telling me what you were experiencing at the club, but I’ll let that one go…this time.”
The bed shifts from his weight. He moves behind me, reaching under, I feel a pinch on my nipple that causes me to cry out, and then again on my other side. I peer down to see little clamps on each side with a chain connecting them hanging between my breasts. I close my eyes, adjusting to the sensation they deliver. All my senses becoming heightened.
He tugs at the chain lightly then slides his other hand down to my clit to resume his attention to the tiny bud. “Anna, you are so wet for me, you like this don’t you?”
“Ah, fuck.” I bury my head into the pillow and lift my ass high for him, his tongue glides across my little bud and then it’s gone. “Dylan…”
The first smack on my bottom stings making me stifle a cry into the pillow. One after another he spanks alternating cheeks. He stops for a few seconds in between smacks to rub my clit and bring me to the edge only to stop and deliver a blow to my ass. “How many are we at Anna?”
Shit was I supposed to be counting I don’t know, I don’t know!
He tugs at the chain between my breasts and leans over to brush my hair to one side, biting me lightly on my shoulder. “Since you can’t seem to remember, we start again.”
I cry out as he delivers a series of four strikes in a row. “How many Anna?”
“Four sir,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Good girl.” He stops for a second and rubs my ass. Cool liquid glides between my cheeks as he slips a finger inside. I look over my shoulder spying something in his hand. He slides out and presses the cold object against me driving me to pull away from him.
“Shh, you will like this, I promise, relax.” He pushes it slowly, leaving it there as he resumes my punishment. Every smack on my ass makes it push deep inside me.
I remind myself to count as he rubs little circles over my clit. Five, six, oh my god this is so good, what is wrong with me, seven, more rubbing, his mouth, shit I am going to come, eight….“Sir, I need to come,” my words rush out.
“No,” he growls and leans over grabbing my hair pulling my head towards him, only fueling the fire. “You will wait unit your punishment is over, then you can come as many times as you like. Now where are we?”
“Nine, sir, please…” nine, ten…Dylan pushes deep inside me and curls his finger to hit my g-spot. I explode into the most intense orgasm, screaming out his name. I clamp down on the plug in my ass and his fingers that still push against my most delicate area. His other hand holds me tightly around the waist.
He pulls the plug out but keeps his fingers stilled deep inside, his thumb circles my clit as he quickly brings me back to the edge. I hear myself speak incoherent words as I buck against the binds, still so sensitive from the explosive orgasm.
The head of his cock rubs against my ass, no, too much, too much. I briefly think about saying my safe word, but he rips another orgasm from my body. At that moment he pushes inside me. More non-sense words and phrases tumble out of my mouth. I am floating in darkness, noticing every place that Dylan is touching and filling me. He presses deep drawing a moan from my lips.
“Anna, you feel so good baby, you are doing so well. Ahh, god you were made for me, only me.” He glides in and out faster and harder leaning over he reaches around to rub me bringing me closer to the threshold. His other hand suddenly removes one of the nipple clamps.
“Fuck” … the pain… “Ah, Dylan I can’t, I can’t.” Slowly I tip over the edge as he eliminates the other clamp. I cry out, coming hard at the same time. He plunges deep, filling me, pulsing inside me, seemingly in rhythm with the beating of my heart.
He releases my bonds and pulls me into his lap as he leans against the headboard. He runs his hand through my hair the other one runs along my hip. I lay my head against his chest and listen to the drum of his heartbeat. Slowly both of us come down from our high.
“That was, was amazing,” I breathe out.
He chuckles. “I’m glad, I got something right today.”
I sit up and look at him. “Dylan, you got everything right. No one has put as much thought into making me happy as you have.”
He brushes the hair out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear. “So, you are happy?”
I tuck myself back up under his chin suddenly shy. “Yes, I am happy. But…”
“No, buts, if you are happy you are happy. Enjoy the moment Anna, we can’t worry about all the what if’s, we are here together now.” He hugs me tightly. After several minutes he gently pushes me off his lap. “Come, we need to shower and change the sheets…someone got them all wet.”
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Dylan
When I saw Anna was pinned up against the wall by that asshole I saw red. When I pulled the idiot off her and tears were streaming down her face that was it, he was dead. Then I glanced up and she was standing there. She didn’t look frightened, she looked worried. Not worried for the man bleeding on the ground, but for me, she looked worried for me.
Other than my guys no one has ever been concerned about me, not since my mother and sister anyhow. I pulled her out of there, guilty for ruining the night. I want to give her everything. I need to protect her, if I could pack her in bubble wrap and keep her with me always I would.
I run my hand down her long locks as she sleeps next to me. Her naked body is pressed against mine. She is perfect, her ass is red, my handprints are on her skin. I should talk to her about all of this…us…it confuses her. She didn’t get a vanilla relationship. She went right from innocence to my dark desires. She responds on every level. I saw it in her eyes. She questions her body’s reaction to the pain. It turns her on and that puzzles her.
A light flashes in the room, ugh my phone. I slowly pull my arm out from under her and grab it heading into the bathroom. It is Liam. “This better be good it is three in the morning.”
“They have been spotted at the border,” he says, cutting to the chase.
“Fuck,” I say gripping my hair in one hand. This is happening and at some point we will have to face the situation head on. No amount of ignoring it will make it go away. Oliver wants Anna, and he is coming for her.
“I’m headed to Denver now. My plane is scheduled to arrive there at three in the afternoon. Can you pick me up? If not I’ll grab a rental.”
“No, I’ll come and get you. We need to talk, I would rather do it away from Anna. I’ll have Anthony stay with her.”
“See you shortly brother. I’ll call as soon as I land.”
I hang up wanting to throw the phone at the door. Damn it, why did I bring her here. We should have stayed in Colorado. They can’t know we are here, but we are so close to the fuckers, too close. I don’t like it.
I crawl into bed making Anna stir. She sits up and looks at me sleepily. “What’s wrong Dylan?”
I cradle her against me. “Nothing baby, shh go back to sleep, it’s not time to get up yet.”
She murmurs happily against me and wiggles. I growl in her ear, “Anna, you are being a naughty girl again aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she purrs and presses that little ass against me making me instantly hard. This girl…
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Anna
Dylan sleeps as I trail my hand over him. I lay my head back on his chest and listen to his breathing. He seemed upset in the middle of the night. He had been in the bathroom with his phone. He doesn’t think I noticed, but I did. Someone called him, a call at that time of the night cannot be good. I shiver against him as I think about
what it was about. Doom is lurking around the corner, it is the same feeling I had the day Liam visited the bookstore.
Dylan always perceptive of me, even in his sleep, rubs his hands over me as he wakes. “You cold baby?” He pulls the covers up over the both of us.
I shake my head against him not wanting him to see my fear. “No, but I am hungry. I will make breakfast.” I straddle him to get out of bed. He rolls me over onto my back and holds himself over the top of me.
He kisses me with greedy passion. “I’m hungry too,” he says, smiling down at me. “But, you don’t know how to cook. So, I guess you will have to wait for me to give you instructions and I’m not ready to get up yet.”
I stare up at him, an excited tension bubbles inside me. He pushes my legs apart with his knee and reaches down to tease me. His mouth roams over my collarbone, down to my breasts, sucking in a tender nipple. He groans against my skin sending a flood to my core.
He pushes in slowly, bringing his head up to kiss me softly. I reach up and run my hands through his hair, then along his back pulling him down closer. His lets his weight settle fully on top of me.
He consumes me. He is becoming my everything. The source of my pleasure, my pain, my safety, he is mine. He plunges deep inside making me gasp, he whispers into my ear to come for him and I do. He follows right behind our bodies mingled together, giving at the same time taking whatever we need from each other. It is heavenly bliss. We lay there panting, his weight still on me. I think back to the days I hid in my room and buried my nose in a book…this is so much better.
He lifts off me and throws me a devilish smile. I don’t know if I will ever get enough of him. I’m not sure how all this happened but I am glad it did. If Oliver never would have taken me Dylan wouldn’t be here right now. With every burden comes a blessing and every blessing a burden. I would take a million burdens for this time with him.
“Okay now we can go make breakfast.” He gets up and tosses one of his t-shirts to me. “I want you to wear this, and only this until we finish eating.” He tips his head looking at me with smoldering dark eyes.
I smile shyly at him. I don’t know why his demands turn me on, but they do. I try not to question it. I’ve had no other relationships, so I have no preconceived ideas of what this should be. It feels good. He likes it, I like it and at this point that is all that matters. Time is valuable, I’m not going to waste it by questioning my obvious sexual tastes.
We barely make it through breakfast without going at it on the table. He made me sit on his lap while we ate. He had to scold me for wiggling too much. I left a wet spot on his leg which he laughed about while we cleaned up. “Later baby, I promise,” he says, and I give him the poutiest face I can garner but it doesn’t work.
“You want to get out to the beach don’t you?” he teases.
“The beach! Yes!” I say excitedly. Dylan has kept me busy all morning causing me to put where we were on the back burner.
I pull on the bright yellow bikini I purchased the day before while shopping with Anthony. When I come out of the bathroom, he pounces off the bed in front of me forcing me to squeal. I dodge him and run through the house giggling, making it out to the deck before he catches me.
“Later baby, I promise,” I taunt him with his own words. I wiggle in his grip. He picks me up off my feet and pretends to haul me back inside. But, before we get to the door, he turns around carrying me down to the water.
“You are a little devil you know,” he says in my ear.
He sets me down. I focus my attention to the site before me. “It is so beautiful here. Did you rent this place?”
“No, it’s mine. Now we have a beach house and a cabin,” he suggests staring down at me.
My heart swells at his words, we. I can only hope for that to be true, for it to last. I look back at the waves rolling in. “Dylan, thank you, for everything. I guess I’ll forgive you for locking me in my trunk now.”
He laughs and pulls me down to the ground with him. It is a beautiful sunny day. The sand is warm. He wraps an arm around me. “A lot of bad things happened to get us to this point. I don’t regret taking you, I do regret the trunk.” He places a kiss at my temple.
I let out a sigh. “I am glad you found me.” I snuggle into him and watch the waves.
It was a perfect day on the coast, Dylan even coaxed me into the water. I was hesitant to get in, no, that would be an understatement, terrified a more appropriate word. He walked in slow and held me tight. He is so strong, he stood so his body took the brunt of the waves. Standing in his arms in the ocean’s turmoil I stared back at the calm of the beach. I realized he has been my anchor. He has kept me grounded the last few weeks, during the storm of finding myself. I hope he never leaves me.
I flip over to my stomach and peek at him. He is flipping burgers at the grill. The sun catches the copper highlights in his dark hair. He must sense my eyes on him, he glances up grinning ear to ear. “The burgers are almost done.”
I brush the sand off me then gather my blanket, book, headphones and cell so I can join him on the deck. I notice I have a message. I turn so that my back is to Dylan and stare down at the screen. Oliver sent me a photo. Do I open it? What if he has found me? I click it. The phone swirls as the image loads. Is it a picture of me? I look around slowly to see if anyone is watching me? There are other people on the beach, but no one is paying any attention.
The image appears. No! Staring back at me is Frank with a gag in his mouth tied to a chair in what appears to be a warehouse. A second picture comes through of Irene, also tied and gagged. I recognize the background. She is at the bookstore. My heart pounds and my ears start to ring. My world tilts off its axis.
I glance behind me, Dylan must have gone back inside. Tears bang at the door screaming to be let out. More people are hurting because of me! Sweet Frank and Irene. No, no, no, no. I study the photos again, pain stabs at my chest and then another message pings at my heart.
Maybe this will help jog your memory. I wouldn’t waste time. Your friends are hungry and tired. Tell me where you are. As soon as Brian calls me saying he is with you, I will let Frank go and he can make his way back to his dear wife.
My mind shorts out. What do I do? I know he can see I opened the pictures. He knows I am holding my phone, he knows, he knows! I am still tied to him even though we are more than likely thousands of miles apart.
I can’t let anything happen to Frank or Irene. They are the epitome of what I have always wanted. It breaks my heart to think how worried they must be about each other.
I hate him. I hate him!
I take a few deep breaths, I can’t tell him I am here. I don’t want them coming here, this place is good, I won’t let him ruin that. Hold it together Anna. You have the tracker, you have the pill. I need to think for a few minutes. I walk up the beach as Dylan comes back out with plates.
I keep my voice as level as I can and hug him from behind. “I’m going to change quick before we eat.”
“Hey, I forgot to mention this earlier, but Liam got bored at the cabin, so he is going to join us. I’m picking him up at the airport after we finish lunch. Anthony will come and stay with you this afternoon while I’m doing that, he said he might run a little late. Will you be okay by yourself for a few until he gets here?” He turns and sets the plates on the patio table.
This is my chance. My spirit is sinking even as I hear the words fall out of my mouth. “Sure, I’ll be fine, I have a book and the beach, what more could a girl ask for.”
I slide open the door and gaze back at Dylan. My heart is breaking in half. How can I leave him? I must, I can’t let Irene and Frank suffer. I just can’t. I make my way numbly to the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bathtub reading the message from Oliver.
I text my reply.
I am being followed, but I will try to get away. I am in San Diego. I will sneak to Bailey’s coffee shop near Ocean Beach Pier at two o’clock when they switch shifts.
I
had to tell him I was being followed. I don’t know how long it will take Oliver’s men to get here. If Anthony comes to look for me and they spot him, Frank and Irene are as good as dead. I stand up to change out of my suit. I stare at my phone on the counter terrified for the reply. Oliver may as well have his hands wrapped around my neck, I feel the tightness in my throat. Stop Anna, you can’t cry now.
Perfect. You better hope you are alone, if someone is there when my guys show up you know what happens to your friends. See you soon kitten.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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Anna
I peer at the roman numerals on the large clock of the coffee shop. It is almost two. I take several deep breaths. There are only a few patrons in the cute little brick building, a few ladies chit chatting in the corner. Everyone else has their noses in either an electronic devise or a newspaper. Now, to wait. I hate waiting. I’ve done so much of it in my life, except today I know what awaits. I shiver as I think about seeing Oliver again. I have no choice, Irene and Frank need me to do this.
I left soon after Dylan headed to the airport to pick up Liam. He knew something was wrong. He struggled to leave me. I tried my hardest to convince him that everything was fine. I played on the fact I was nervous about Liam’s surprise visit. He has information, more than likely it is that Oliver’s men have reached the border. Unfortunately, I know how true that is.
I quickly packed my things which I left at Dylan’s house along with my phone. He will search through my messages. I did not delete the ones about Frank and Irene. I hope that the guys check on them and make sure they are okay. I wrote a note to Anthony to tell him I went for a walk on the beach hopefully giving me more time. I’m not sure how long I’ll wait for Oliver’s men.
I pull the tracking pill out of my pocket and glance at the clock once more. Two O’clock, I wash it down with my French vanilla coffee and think back to Liam’s words. I stare out the window sifting through the crowd in search of the bad guys. Only unaware families. I watch a couple with a young girl sit on a bench across the street. They are laughing as they try to help her with a dripping ice cream cone. It’s scenes like this that make me miss my parents.
