All I Need: Ian & Annie

by Callie Harper

  “What’s going on here?” He flicked the overhead light on and I felt caught, guilty.

  “I couldn’t wait.” I bit my lip, looking up at him as he loomed over me.

  “You’re going to need to be punished for that.” His eyes looked dark. His words sent a flush of heat to my core. His lessons felt so good. “Flip over and lie there with your hands by your head.

  I flipped over, the sheets only teasing my wet, swollen clit, not providing nearly enough pressure or friction. I wriggled my hips, wanting to grind against something.

  “Stay still,” he growled. I loved his commands. He grabbed my wrist and tied a silk bind around it, then fastened it to a bedpost. Then he did the same with the other. “So you’ll listen and learn,” he told me as I shivered with need. He propped a pillow under my hips, then spread my ankles wide. I felt so vulnerable, completely displayed. I trusted him completely, loved him with all my heart, but still I trembled, knowing I was so helpless.

  “Look how wet you are,” he whispered, spreading my ass cheeks wide with his large palms, “Is that from playing with yourself before I arrived?”

  “It was hard to wait,” I whined.

  Smack, he brought his rough palm down in a firm spank right across my ass. I pulled against my restraints, gasping, my nipples tightening into hard tips.

  “You need to follow orders.” He brought two fingers down underneath me, circling them slow and insistent against my pussy. “You need to stay still and do as I say.”

  I whined again, wanting him to make me cum. I didn’t want to have to wait for it. But I stayed still. He’d have no problem torturing me, making me wait until he was satisfied I’d learned my lesson.

  I closed my eyes, zeroing all of my attention in on his amazing fingers. He knew exactly how to touch me. With one hand he worked my clit, with the other he pulled apart my ass cheeks. I froze as I felt something warm and wet against my ass hole. His tongue, licking me there, lubing me up. Then he brought his fingers up from my pussy, coating my tight ring with slick arousal.

  My breathing coming fast, I felt the ties biting into my wrists. I knew he’d never hurt me, but anal play was new to us. He’d spanked me, but never done more. I didn’t know if I’d like it, and tied up like I was I felt so vulnerable.

  “Your ass is so pretty,” he murmured, circling my hole, starting to press against it. I moaned, unable to resist him, surprised at how good he was starting to make it feel. “That’s it,” he encouraged me, “don’t fight it. Let it feel good.”

  I exhaled, relaxing, and he popped his thumb into my asshole. My eyes widened as he stretched me. I grunted, and he groaned, “Fuck, yes.” He didn’t go in deep, but he started moving in a rhythm. It felt so wrong but so right to have him inside me like that.

  “Up on your knees.” He slapped my ass, removing his thumb. Now I felt empty without it. I could hear him stand and remove his pants, then come back behind me. His cock at my entrance made me moan. I knew what would come next. When he fucked me from behind he went in so deep. He brought his fingers around to my clit, massaging me. Bound as I was, I couldn’t move much, but I strained to get closer to him, to arch my ass up and give myself to him completely.

  His thick crown at my entrance, my thighs quivered in anticipation. “You’re going to cum for me when I fuck you,” he told me, starting to press his tip into me in rhythm with his fingers on my clit. I moaned, spreading my knees wide, desperate for him to take me. “Are you ready?” he whispered, leaning down over my back.

  “Yes,” I moaned, feeling so owned and dominated, completely at his mercy and wanting nothing more.

  He grasped both of my hips in his large hands, his thumbs spreading my cheeks wide. With one, long, powerful move he thrust deep into my pussy, impaling me, filling me so much I screamed out, the orgasm he’d coaxed to the surface blossoming over my body.

  “That’s it!” He spanked me hard, starting to pull out, then thrusting back in, getting me good while I was so sensitive. “You like it like that.”

  Tied up, I laid back and took it, took every inch of his cock as he rammed into me again and again. My legs shaking and weak, I leaned my breasts against the bed, letting him hold me at the best angle, submitting entirely. His power, his lust consumed me, engulfing me in flames I welcomed, burning everything from my mind and body but white, hot pleasure. Moans and pleads and begs fell from my lips, incoherent, just needy, needing more, needing him to fuck me sweaty and raw. The pinstripe suit was off. The dark beast I’d encountered the very first night I’d met him was at the helm, fucking me the way we’d both known he was destined to do.

  “I’m going to cum in you deep.” He started ramming into me, slamming hard, and I groaned with effort, feeling another powerful orgasm start to crest within me. I wanted his cum, thick and hot, deep inside. Then I felt it, his thumb back at my asshole, circling, circling, then penetrating me in a dominant thrust. I tensed, not used to it, my mouth wide open as he started fucking both my holes, his cock in my pussy, his thick thumb up my ass.

  “Cum for me like this, baby.” I trembled at his command, wanting to do just as he asked, needing to do it. With one last, long, thrust, I came apart, shoving my ass back into his thumb, taking all of his cock deep into me.

  “Fuck, like that!” he roared, bucking into me, then exploding himself, shooting his cum so deep into me.

  Panting, sweaty, I collapsed completely. He covered me with his body, so much larger, still inside my pussy, his hands over my wrists. “Fuck, I like you tied up.”

  I moaned, arching my ass back into him. “I love it,” I confessed, still feeling the last wave of my orgasm slowly ebb.

  “Dirty girl.” He bit my shoulder, lightly, then reached out to undo my restraints. Rolling out of me, he brought me to rest up on his hot, broad chest. “Mine.” He claimed me, one hand on my ass, the other on my hair.

  “I do not know what you do to me,” I murmured, dazed.

  “Get used to it.” He kissed my head.

  Lazy, I traced a finger along his muscles, remembering that day over a year ago I’d seen him working out in his home gym. “God, did I want to touch you when we were living together.”

  “I wanted nothing more,” he agreed. I settled my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. So full of power and life, I felt grateful for everything that we’d been through because everything had been a step in bringing us to where we were that day.

  “I didn’t use a condom,” he said, as if he’d realized it earlier but was acknowledging it now.

  “No, you didn’t.” I snuggled into him, kissing him on his throat, his chest. “I don’t like those things anyway.”

  “You might get pregnant, you know.” He held me in his arms and I could tell he held his breath, too, waiting for my response.

  “How would you feel about that?” I propped myself up, looking into his eyes, knowing we should have had this conversation about an hour ago, but here it was, life happening as it played out, in all its messy and unplanned glory.

  “The truth?” He looked at me, his hands at my lower back, holding me to him.

  “Of course.”

  “I’d be so happy.”

  “Me too.” I sank into him, kissing, rolling together on the bed as we laughed and kissed and touched.

  “You want my baby?” he asked, grinding his cock, once again hard, against my belly.

  “How are you hard again?” I marveled, not for the first time. The man was quite the physical specimen.

  “Because you’re naked in my arms.” He nuzzled at my ear, licking my earlobe. Then he whispered, “What do you think about getting married at the estate?”

  “What?” My eyes wide, I wondered if I’d heard correctly.

  “I know I should do this with a ring down on one knee. Christ, I always do things the wrong way.” He raked his hand through his hair.

  “No, no this is perfect!” A tear formed in my eye as I realized what he was saying.

  “And
I should have called your mom first, asking her permission for your hand.”

  “Since when did you get so formal?” I laughed, happiness bubbling up inside of me.

  “Well, obviously I haven’t since I didn’t actually do it. I want everything to be perfect for you, Annie.” He propped himself up, looking down into my eyes, smoothing my hair away from my face. “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” I cried out, the tears spilling down my cheeks as he leaned down to kiss me. A thousand times yes, I told him with my kisses, my sobs, my body as we made love yet again. Ian. He was my world, all I needed, and he was mine as I’d dreamed of for so long. I didn’t know where life might lead, but as long as we traveled it together, I knew we’d find our way home.

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  THE END

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  Seven years is supposed to change the way you feel.

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  Taken by the SEAL:

  A Virgin and Navy SEAL Romance

  Now that I've taken her, I'm never letting her go.

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  Taking Olivia hadn't been my plan. I'd been prepping my cabin in the woods for my own getaway.

  I'm an ex-SEAL, but my instincts are still strong. One glimpse of her innocent, terrified eyes and I know I need to save her. I'd been working with the bad guys, but all it takes is one look at Olivia and I'm back playing the hero, rescuing the damsel in distress.

  Now we're in my remote cabin, hidden away from the world. My little curvy virgin is looking up at me with a mix of innocence, fear and desire.

  The need to possess is burning through my veins. She thinks she needs to escape.

  She's not going to escape.

  She's going to be mine.

  1. Olivia

  The door creaks as I step outside into the cool night air. I’ve done it a million times, cleaning up after my waitressing shift. I take the recycling out, throw it into a huge bin, then head back into the restaurant. But tonight something feels different. Almost like someone is there in the shadows watching me.

  The hair stands up on the back of my neck. Holding my breath, I pause, looking around. Everything’s the same as always. It’s a dark, Chicago alleyway, but it’s one I’ve ducking in and out of five nights a week for over a year. Nothing bad has ever happened.

  I don't know why tonight I have goosebumps running down my arms. I peer into the darkness, trying to make out any hidden figures or eyes peering back. All I can see to my right or my left are empty sidewalks and metal fire escapes climbing up the sides of brick buildings.

  Chicago has a lot of old, grand blocks. This is not one of them. It’s old, but it’s seen better days. I bet more than a few of the windows surrounding me with blank, black panes are in vacant apartments.

  But the restaurant where I work is the one that hired me, and it’s just a four-block walk from my apartment. The wages are decent, tips average, and shifts always available. I should probably ask for more in life. At some point, I will. But for now, on my own at 20, struggling to get by and earn an associate’s degree online, I’m setting the bar low so I have a fighting chance at meeting it.

  Quickly, I toss the bag into the bin. I adjust my waitressing uniform, the skirt riding up a little too high, the shirt a bit too tight. I hadn't planned on changing before the walk home, but now I think I might. I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.

  A shiver travels down my spine. I try to shake it off. I’m just being silly. No one is watching me. No one ever does. I specialize in invisibility.

  It started with my mom's boyfriends. Once I turned 14 and developed curves, they took notice. The way they leered at me and licked their lips when my mom’s back was turned? I learned to make ‘low profile’ my middle name, making no eye contact, head down, keeping to myself. When I’m not in a stupid waitressing uniform designed to get tips, my typical sweatshirts and baggy jeans work like camouflage.

  It’s worked so well that I’m still a virgin. I’ve barely even kissed a man. Because the ones I’ve met have all made me want to run in the other direction.

  If my mother’s friends are bad, my father's friends are even worse. It sounds wrong to say that my own father gives me the creeps, but I didn’t really grow up with him. He was in and out—mostly out—of my childhood. Mom and I moved to Chicago three years ago, but just because we all live in the same city now doesn’t make us close.

  I don’t even know what my dad does to earn money. His office is in the back room of a random, run-down building. I’d like to think he’s a bookkeeper, but judging from the kinds of thugs he’s surrounded by the few times I’ve gone there, my guess is he’s not on the up and up. He’s probably some sort of a small time loan shark or bookie. When I ask, he says, “You don’t want to know” or, “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

  Is that a footstep? I freeze on my way to the back door, peering into the night. The windows on the building across the alley have never felt like eyes before. Now they all seem to stare down at me, mercilessly, as if someone’s behind them waiting for the right moment to strike.

  I'm going nuts. There are always footsteps on the streets of Chicago. Nothing tonight is out of the ordinary. Same as always, I'm going to wipe down every table, give the place a final sweep, pull on my hoodie jacket and walk the four blocks home. One of my roommates might be home, or they might all be out. Either way, I’ll head to my bedroom and then watch or read something until I fall asleep.

  Tomorrow, I’ll study for and take a test, then head into work again. I can only afford to take one class at a time, but I'll get my degree. Eventually. I'm not sure what I want to do with it, but I know I want to do something with my life, something more than this.

  Someday I want a little house, somewhere quiet and peaceful. I want kids, a family of my own. I want to stand on my own two feet and smile into my future. Someday. Until then, I'll wait tables and get my degree. Then I'll shed my cocoon, spread my wings and fly away.

  Just as
my hand reaches the doorknob, a cat screeches loudly in the night. I jump and shiver, casting one last, furtive glance down the dark alleyway before I duck back inside.

  Maybe tonight I'll see if one of my roommates can come pick me up. It's probably all in my head, but whatever it is, I can't shake it. I'll finish up quick, and then see what I can do so I don't have to walk home alone.

  2. Knox

  That pretty little thing needs to watch herself. She has no idea what’s lurking in the shadows. A sweet curvy woman like her, full tits straining at her buttoned top, ripe ass ready for the taking, high ponytail swinging with every step, she shouldn’t be out in a dark alleyway alone. She should be in my bed. I'd feast on her all night.

  In the darkness, waiting and watching, I adjust myself, my cock long and hard just from watching her. That's not like me, at least not lately. Once upon a time, I’d been randy and ready, having a good time making women scream for more. But then I’d stood up and served my country, training with the best of the best as a Navy SEAL. And I’d watched the best of the best get taken out, losing limbs, giving up their lives, leaving behind wives and babies.

  Gone are my lighthearted days of play. Now I know better. I used to believe in happy endings. But fairytales are only in books and movies.

  I’d signed up to be a hero, the good guy in the white hat riding in to enforce justice. But the world I’d seen as a SEAL didn’t play by the rules. Sometimes good guys got mowed down. Sometimes bad guys came in the form of kids with bombs strapped to them. The world of order I'd thought I was defending turned out to look a hell of a lot like chaos.