Big Bad Doms Box Set (BDSM Romance)

by Edward Tailor

  Dipping his head and burying his face in her pussy, he groaned with pleasure as he sucked and lapped at her juicy gift. He had his Lia once more, and he wouldn’t let her go again.

  *****

  Lia cried out as he slowly dragged his lips over her pussy before pushing his tongue deep and moaning. The sound of that moan vibrated against her, making her core swell even more. Darius had always been able to bring this response out of her. He always seemed to know what her body needed before she did.

  Was he right? Did she subconsciously know he would be there? The thought left her mind when he rubbed his thumbs over her saturated labia to spread her open wider. This time, he used more force as he licked her, tweaking his tongue against her clit before sweeping back to push his tongue as far inside her as he could get.

  The more he toyed with her, the more her juices flowed. His tongue drove deep before retreating to circle around her clit. When he scraped his teeth against her clit, Lia thought she would lose it. She barely held on to her control—and her sanity. The feel of Darius sucking the hard, sensitive flesh of her clit into his mouth, and then wrapping his tongue around it, flicking it rapidly made her scream.

  “COME, Precious! NOW!!”

  Lia shattered; crying out his name as Dare sank his tongue deep inside her once more, taking all she had to give. Her walls gripped wetly at his tongue, trying to force him deeper, pulsing and aching for more.

  Before her fractured brain and body could return to normal, she felt Darius’ condom-covered cock head slide an inch at a time into her still-pulsing cunt. She hadn’t even heard him move or remove his clothes.

  The sound of his voice vibrated through her ears and shook her body. “Home Precious! I’m fucking home!” His words were growled as he slammed inside her. His grip on her hips grew tighter, his pace furious. Her body began a frenzied bucking, driving more of his wide, long length deeper with every thrust.

  She could agree with him. He felt like home to her too. Her mind knew it wasn’t true, but her body didn’t care. All it cared about was the pleasured-pain Dare was giving it. The way he mastered her body six years ago was nothing compared to what he was doing to her now.

  “Come Lia. Come for me again, come with me. NOW!!!” Her screams filled the room as she came vehemently. She could feel his hands tighten on her hips squeezing and knew she would have bruises. Even through the condom she could feel the heat of his seed as it shot from the tip of his dick like a volcano erupting. Her name was nothing but a groan from his lips. “Lia!!”

  Chapter Nine

  Lia sagged against the bench as Dare withdrew from her body. Not sure how long she lay there, she felt Dare slip a warm cloth between her legs. The door she had glimpsed earlier must lead to an adjoining bath. She could now hear water running and the smell of lavender mixed with the smell of sex. He cleaned her thoroughly before massaging her ankles and wrists as he released her from the bench. Lia cried softly and leaned against him when he picked her up and carried her into the bath. “Shhh, I’ve got you.”

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked softly.

  Her earlier thought was confirmed when Dare lowered them both into the enormous tub. The water was hot and soothing against her cooling skin, making her sigh in bliss. He settled her on his lap before speaking. “Because I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you. I came back for you a few years ago and saw you with Kevin. I thought you had moved on, found happiness, so I didn’t interfere.”

  Lia lifted her head to look at Dare. “You saw me with Kevin?” He nodded, increasing his hold on her. Kevin James was a bad memory she tried never to think about. She’d tried to replace Dare with him. It had been a huge mistake. The few dates they’d gone on had been great until they tried to have sex. The love taps he gave her ass were pitiful and when she’d asked him to do it harder, the moment was blown. He’d thought she was a crazy freak when she tried to explain what she needed. She hadn’t talked to him in years.

  Darius’ voice brought her back to the here and now. “I came back when I learned the pregnancy was nothing but a lie. Tracy only wanted what she thought she could gain from me and only needed you out of the way. She was never pregnant. She used a test from one of her friends to show my father in order to get him on her side.”

  Lia shifted, turning fully in his arms when he didn’t continue speaking. She knew the surprise and shock was evident on her face. The sexual high she had been on moments before was now gone.

  “Tracy knew once I found out the truth she would never have me or my money. It was clearly written in the agreement that was drawn up before the marriage even took place. She tried all she could to coerce me into sleeping with her, even tried to get me drunk again. When she realized it wasn’t going to work, she drank herself into a stupor then decided to get behind the wheel of her car. She ran a red light, hit a pole and didn’t make it. It happened the day the divorce was final.”

  Lia looked up at Dare through tear-stained eyes. Tracy had only seen dollar signs where Dare was concerned. Everyone knew that when Dare turned twenty-five he would become one of the richest men in the country, not only from his trust fund, but the inheritance his grandmother had left him.

  “I’ve never hated anyone more than I did the moment I stood in my father’s library and let him destroy what we had. I not only hated my father, but I hated myself. If I hadn’t made the drunken mistake of sleeping with Tracy none of this would have happened. I know the love you have for your family, thought I’d stand a better chance at forgiveness if I didn’t hurt them. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll do anything to earn it.”

  Lia moved away from him to the other side of the huge tub. “Darius, you don’t know what all this has done to me…to us. Forgiveness won’t come easy.”

  *****

  Dare let go of her and watched Lia retreat into herself. He knew neither sex nor his dominance would fix things this time. Neither would attain him what he so desperately wanted. He hated the tears in her eyes that she kept fighting to hold back.

  “Precious, look at me.” He waited for her to raise her head. “Will you at least give me a chance?” Dare held his breath as he waited for her to speak.

  “I don’t know, Dare,” she said shaking her head. “So many things have been said and done. So much pain has been endured. Things taken that can never be given back.” She waved her hands between them. “This proves you can still command my body, but my heart is a different story. Three men, one I can’t stand, decided what was best for me. The two I trusted most, thought I wasn’t strong enough to deal with the lies.”

  Dare reached for her, grimacing when she pulled away. His harsh groan made her eyes widen as she stared back at him. “Alia Ward, you are one of the strongest people I know. You always have been, but can you honestly tell me this would not have destroyed us either way?” Lowering her eyes, she let them travel around the bathroom instead of looking at him. He saw her taking in the white-tiled floors, the double, marble sinks, heated towel racks. Her feet had not yet touched the heated floor.

  “I don’t know.” When she finally looked at him with deep sadness in her eyes, he felt his heart breaking in two. “But you never gave me the chance to find out. You just took it upon yourself to make the choices for me.”

  Dare grabbed her by the waist when she rose to exit the tub. Pulling her back to his front, he felt the sobs she tried to hide. “Precious, I need you. All of you. My world is nothing without you. The last six years have been pure hell. If you let me, I’ll work the rest of my life to fix this.” He meant every word. Dare knew, now that he had her, he would do any and everything to keep her. He would never let her go again.

  His next words, he knew, would probably scare her to death, but he spoke them against her ear anyway. “I want you to wear my collar. I want you to be my wife. I want you to have my children. I want you for the rest of my life, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

  Dare held her fir
mly as a gut-wrenching sob racked her body. He spun her in his arms, the look of anguish and pain on her face tore at his heart, and he knew there was something else that hadn’t been said. “Lia?”

  Chapter Ten

  Not wanting to answer, Lia struggled in his hold and shook her head, but he wouldn’t let her go. She couldn’t do this, not now. “Dare, please let go.” Her voice sounded weak, even to her own ears.

  “Talk to me, Precious. I’m not letting you go until you do.”

  Her gaze went from his chest to his eyes, saw the determination in his face and let out a huge sigh. Lowering her head again, she spoke the words into his chest. “Tracy may not have been pregnant…but I was.”

  Dare’s hold on her loosened and she felt the loss like a sledge hammer to the gut. They were still standing in the tub, but suddenly the water felt as though it was freezing making her shiver. Lia let the tears roll down her face unchecked; she wouldn’t—couldn’t—raise her head to look at him. The pain and the memories were killing her. Her stomach clenched with the remembered pain of what was lost. Her heart felt as though it was beating out of her chest. She needed air. Tremors started to flood her body.

  Dare took her by surprise when he suddenly lifted her in his arms and carried her to the huge bed in the other room. They were both still wet when he sat with her in his lap, covering them both with a thick blanket. He didn’t say anything, just held her. Silently. Waiting for her. Giving her strength.

  The room had seemed huge at first, yet now it felt as though it were smothering her. Lia began to speak, her voice low as if she were in a daze. “If you remember the night you left me, we had dinner plans.” She felt his nod against the top of her head.

  “I had a routine doctor’s appointment that morning. I found out I was two and a half months pregnant. With my cycle as erratic as it was, I hadn’t paid attention when it hadn’t shown. I thought to surprise you with the news over dinner.”

  “Lia!” His voice was strained and filled with pain. His arms pulled her even closer.

  “I don’t remember much after you left my apartment, just a horrendous pain, then darkness. I awoke in the hospital with my father and sister by my side. I knew before they told me. I felt the loss to my soul. My father told me he’d found me passed out on the kitchen floor with blood between my legs. He said he’d come because you’d called him and said I needed him. It took a bit of work to convince him that you hadn’t physically hurt me.”

  She gripped the blanket securely as she felt Darius’ body start to shake. Wetness fell on her forehead, and she looked up to see tears flowing from his eyes. Untangling her hands from the blanket, she gripped his face in her hands, rubbing away the tears. He suddenly grabbed her wrists and held her still. She knew that he wanted her to see his tears, his pain, and anguish. He was hurting. This big, powerful man was hurting, and he wanted her to see it.

  When he spoke, his voice was filled with the raw pain that was etched on his face. But, she also heard the anger and the regret. She wasn’t the only one this had devastated. “I don’t know how, but I’ll fix this, Precious. I swear I will. I’ll make it right.”

  A sob tore from her chest. “Dare…”

  He cut her words off with a soul-stealing kiss. Darius made love to Alia until she slept in his arms, but his mind wouldn’t settle down. His heart hurt for the woman in his arms and the child he never knew about. His father and Tracy had cost him a child along with the trust of the only woman he’d ever loved. He was determined to get both back. No matter what or how long it took, he would see his father rot in hell for the pain he’d caused.

  Epilogue

  Three Months Later

  Darius paced his office at the House, barely listening to Slade as he waited for Alia to arrive. His desk was no longer a mass of papers. Alia had straightened and organized everything. He could actually see the top of his cherry wood desk. His office seemed bigger since Lia had come in and fixed it up. The hardwood floors gleamed and matched the walls. She’d replaced the curtains with vertical blinds. The fireplace now had wood next to it instead of more papers, and the small bar was now stocked with more than just whiskey, even though that’s all he or Slade ever went for. She had even started to fill the built-in bookcase that took up one whole wall with books she liked.

  “Man you need to chill the fuck out. She’ll say yes.” Slade’s voice brought his head back around.

  Dare looked at Slade sitting in the chair across from him with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “How do you know? She’s been through so much.”

  “That is one tough cookie. If she didn’t want to be with you, she wouldn’t be. She would have walked away already.” Dare knew Slade was right. Slade downed his drink, stood, and walked to the door, turning just as he put his hand on the knob. “I love you like a brother, but if you hurt her again, I’ll pick up the pieces.” Slade walked out the door before he could say anything, knowing his friend meant what he said.

  Dare began to pace his office again, fingering the small box in his pocket while he kept glancing at the larger rectangular-shaped box on his desk. He hoped Slade was right and Lia would say yes. He had never been this nervous in his life. What would he do if she said no? He heard her laughter before he saw her and pivoted just as she opened the door to his office.

  She was followed into his office by her friends, Sheila and Jamie. Her sister Pam pulled up the rear.

  Some of his anxiety waned when Lia walked into his open arms with a smile as he spoke to the others. “Ladies, I wasn’t expecting you all.”

  “What’s in the box Darius?” Pam asked obviously spotting the black velvet box he’d left on his desk. Pam was still wary of him, and he couldn’t blame her. She was an older version of Alia. She had the same lush build and beautiful brown eyes, the same temper that could freeze a man’s balls off. She loved her sister more than anything.

  Lia pulled out of his arms, giving him a questioning look. He hadn’t wanted to do it this way, would have preferred it if they were alone. He had plans for her if this worked the way he hoped.

  Nodding his head towards his desk, he spoke with a raspy voice. “Go on and open it.” Darius held his breath as Lia opened the box. A hush had fallen over the room as everyone waited for her to open the velvet rectangular package. He watched her mouth form a perfect circle of amazement as she fingered the platinum choker collar with the O-ring attached. The lock with his initials on it was in his drawer, the key hung on his key chain.

  Lia looked from the collar, to him, and back again. A questioning look filled her face. “Dare?”

  “You remember what I said to you? I wanted you to wear my collar, be my wife, and have my children?” At her nod he took the collar from her hands and held it up. “Will you wear my collar, Precious?” His palms were sweaty as he held his breath, and he waited for her answer.

  *****

  Lia couldn’t get the words to come out so she just nodded. The smile that Dare gave her lit his whole face, she knew at that moment he had been worried she’d say no. She held up her hair and turned her back to him, letting him place the collar around her neck. The platinum was cold against her heated skin, making her shiver. The kiss he placed on the sensitive column between her neck and shoulder made her wet.

  She spun and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Everything around them faded away. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought her back to the here and now. She had forgotten about the others in the room. Lia blushed and rested her head on his chest.

  “I do believe our lunch has just been cancelled.” Lia heard the laughter in Sheila’s voice as she spoke.

  She twisted in Dare’s arms, moving to apologize to her friends, but Dare spoke before she could. “Ladies don’t leave just yet. I’ve got one more question for Lia, I’d love for you, her closest friends, to hear it.”

  Lia looked over her shoulder up at Dare and saw the mischievousness in those gray eyes that she loved so much. When he reached into h
is pocket and dropped to his knee, her body started to shake, Lia let out a squeal that echoed around the room. Tears formed in her eyes as she blurted out, “YES!!! OH GOD YES!!!”

  “Precious, you’ve gotta let me ask first.” His smile was so dazzling she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

  “Alia Ward, we’ve been through a lot. You’ve decided to take another chance on me, on us, and I’ll never let you down again. This I swear. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” When Dare opened the box to reveal the two-carat pear shaped diamond surrounded by three opals on each side set in platinum, her hand flew to her mouth to cover the sob that tried to escape.

  This time when she answered, it only came out as a whisper. Tears clogged her throat, and it was hard to breathe. Dare slid the ring on her finger before rising to take her mouth in a kiss that went right to her soul.

  This time when she heard clapping and a deep male voice from behind, she didn’t start. “I told you she’d say yes.”

  Alia walked into the arms of her friends as they hugged and congratulated her. She could hear Dare and Slade talking off to the side. Before long Dare walked up behind her, wrapped her in his arms. She could feel his hard length pressing into her ass. “Ladies, I have another surprise for my woman, but things need to be set up. Go have your lunch, and I’ll see you back here later.”

  She turned in his arms and looked up at him. Dare shook his head and told her to go on.

  “Yes, Sir!” She gave him a saucy smile and a wink before turning to leave. The swat to her ass would stay with her the rest of the day.