“So, do it,” he said tiredly. “I’ll just find some way to get back here. I need to talk to her.”
“Why?” the voice asked. It didn’t sound like Travis. One of his brothers maybe?
“Because I love her and I need to apologize and ask her to forgive me.”
There was a pause. Then came her voice. “You have nothing to apologize for. I should apologize to you.”
“No, you shouldn’t. Yes, you should have told me the full truth. But it wasn’t fair of me to blame you for Rory’s disappearance. And I should never have let you run off like that. I should have chased after you. By the way, you and I are going to have a talk about your tendency to run off. I told you I’d look for you at the hospital and I bet you knew all along that you wouldn’t be there.”
There was a pause then another male voice. “What took you so long to come after her this time?”
“Because I had to wait for my mother to come and sit with Rory. She’s terrified to be left alone. She’s asking for you, Lacey. She sees you as a hero. You’re amazing, baby. I can’t believe you stayed with her when you could have saved yourself. That you would have fought that bastard to save my sister. Lacey, I know you might not believe me, but I love you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“I kept things from you.”
“You didn’t tell me something big, something that affected your life deeply, and it hurts me that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. But I understand. I do. We have things we need to work out. But as long as you’re with me, we can do it. Just come home, Lacey. Come on, open the door and come home.”
There was a pause and for a long moment he didn’t think she was going to let him in. He wasn’t going to give up, though. He’d fight for her for as long as it took.
Then the door opened and there she was. Looking far too pale and. The bruises around her neck had deepened, and he hated seeing them against her beautiful skin. But she was there.
She hesitated for a moment, but when he opened his arms, she flew into them.
“I love you. I’m sorry,” she told him. He could feel her shaking.
“It’s okay, baby. As long as I have you then everything is all right.”
Epilogue
She knelt on the dining room table, stark naked, her elbows and knees were tied together with rope, and her wrists were secured in front of her head. Her ass was poking up in the air. She turned her head to watch Gray, her heart soaring with love.
He sat there calmly eating his breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and ham. Every so often he’d pick up a smaller forkful and feed it to her. But for the most part, he read the newspaper and ate. It was both frustrating and arousing.
When he was finished, he stood and took the empty plate into the kitchen. She turned her head, following him. It had been two months since she’d been taken by that asshole, Stone. The first time Gray had attempted to tie her up, she’d had a panic attack and nearly passed out. After that, he’d insisted she see a counselor. At first, she’d been resistant, but he’d been there for her through the whole thing. He hadn’t shied away, no matter whether she was having a panic attack, a nightmare, or just needed to be held and reassured. But he hadn’t attempted to tie her up or dominate her again. Until today.
When she’d woken up this morning there had been instructions written on a piece of paper on the bedside table. Her body had immediately cheered. She’d missed this. Missed him taking charge. Missed the amazing sex. Although, she probably hadn’t been ready before now, even if her body thought she was.
They’d talked about why she hadn’t told him she’d been targeted by a serial killer and his reaction. They’d spoken extensively about her feelings of failure, of being rejected. They’d spoken so much she’d actually grown sick of her own voice.
They both had emotional baggage from their families they had to sort through. Gray had told his mother that until she agreed to see a counselor he approved of then he wasn’t taking her calls anymore. She’d been seeing the counselor once a fortnight and so far, so good. Of course, Rory, the object of most of her calls was living under her roof so that could be the reason for the lack of frantic phone calls.
Her father had actually called her after hearing about her kidnapping. She’d been shocked, until she’d realised that the reason he’d made contact was because Brandi wanted to interview her for her book. Gray had taken over the call then and told her father that he’d lost the most wonderful thing in his life due to his inability to get past his own selfishness and need to blame someone else for his son’s death. Her father had hung up on him. She hadn’t heard from him since. She probably never would. It made her a bit sad, but she had her cousins. And Gray. And everyone at Black-Gray. They were her family now.
And when she grew sad, Gray held her. He loved her. Supported her. He was everything.
The instructions by the bed had said to take a bath and then dry but remain unclothed. She was to wait on the bed for him. She hadn’t had to wait long. He’d come in and gestured for her to follow him. Then he’d helped her onto the dining room table before tying her. She’d expected him to tease her, maybe spank her, definitely fuck her.
Instead, he’d made, then eaten, his breakfast.
He returned and leaning down took her lips gently with his. “So beautiful.”
She loved this man so much. She never wanted to disappoint him. Never wanted him to look at her like he had that day she’d been kidnapped. Although she was now confident she would stay and fight things out rather than run off.
He ran his hand over her back and down her ass, squeezing it then he gave it a sharp smack. She jolted.
“So naughty.”
“Naughty, Sir?”
“You’ve been teasing me,” he told her, running his finger up and down the slit of her ass. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the tiny pieces of lingerie and the way you practically prance around the apartment naked.” He gave her ass another smack, and she groaned. God, that felt so good.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I wasn’t trying to manipulate you.”
“Yes, you were.” He pushed against her asshole. “And that’s why you’re getting punished today.”
Her breath caught at those words, her nipples tightening. “Yes, Sir.”
“I can see someone is aroused by that.” He reached under with his other hand and tweaked her nipple. “I didn’t say you get to come, though, did I?”
Oh shit.
Gray nearly smiled at the look of pure frustration on her face. Damn, she looked so gorgeous, tied up in his ropes, bound for his pleasure and punishment.
He gave her butt cheeks a few sharp smacks, listening to her groan at each slap. Then he ran a finger down the slick folds of her pussy. Just as he’d thought. Completely aroused.
Delicious.
He sucked the cream from his fingers before plunging two fingers deep into her passage. She cried out.
“Gray!”
He gave her ass ten sharp smacks in quick succession. “What do you call me?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir. It’s been too long.” There was a note of accusation in her voice.
“Because you weren’t ready. But you are now.” Although he was on high alert for any sign of fear or panic.
He thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy. She shuddered, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come. She needed him. Much like he needed her. They’d had sex, but it had all been strictly vanilla after she’d had the panic attack when he’d attempted to bind her. It had been too soon, and he should have known that after everything she’d been through. His sister was still suffering from panic attacks. She’d returned to live with their mother, which was probably driving her insane, but she couldn’t cope with living alone.
Stone’s trial was coming up soon. He hadn’t been granted bail, thank God. That was one last thing to worry about, although he knew both women were stressed about the trial.
He withdrew his fingers and coated her asshole. She whim
pered.
“I’m taking you here today. I’m going to fuck this tight hole. I’m going to push myself in deep, inch by inch.”
“Oh, God, Sir. Please.”
“You may not be pleased when I tell you there is no coming. Not until you have my permission.”
Her head dropped forward, and he could tell she was swearing at him silently. Again, the urge to smile hit him, but he pushed it aside.
“Come on. I have things set up in the living room.” He picked her up and carried her, still bound, into the living room where he placed her on the carpet in front of the sofa.
She stared at the lube, anal plug, and vibrator in front of her. The vibrator had an attached clit tickler.
Holy hell. How was she going to stop herself from coming if he was going to use those on her? He grabbed the lube and plug and moved behind her. She cried out as he smacked her ass again.
“Just because I can,” he told her with an evil laugh.
Oh, she could think of a few choice words to call him.
Then he parted her cheeks and she felt the plug, which he’d already coated in lube, being pushed into her asshole. He moved steadily, pushing it inside her, filling her. She had to force herself not to tense up, to breathe. When it was fully inside her, she felt ready to explode, her body hot and trembling.
He massaged her cheeks, spreading the warmth and making her clit throb with the need to have him touch her there. Although perhaps she shouldn’t have wished for that as he grabbed the vibrator.
Oh, no, he wouldn’t.
He started pushing the vibrator deep inside her. He teased her, pushing it inside a few inches before drawing it back out. In and out. Slowly, too slowly. Her breath came in harsh pants, her nipples hardening to the point of pain.
She wasn’t going to be able to take it.
And then he seated the vibrator inside her, and she felt so full it was almost too much. He turned the vibrator on, and she nearly came then and there.
“Sir!” she screamed. “Please!”
“No,” he replied firmly. “And if you come without permission I will tie you to the bed and bring you to the edge again and again.”
She wasn’t going to make it. She was going to come. He turned the vibrator off and she could breathe again. Her limbs shook, her skin was coated with sweat, her breath ragged.
“Repeat after me, I am worthy.”
“What, Sir?” she asked, uncertain she’d heard him correctly.
The vibrator switched on again, and she cried out. Oh, no. When it switched off again, she was nearly mindless with arousal, but she was ready for the words.
“Say, I am worthy.”
“I am worthy,” she repeated as he slid the vibrator from her slick pussy.
“I am loved.”
“I am loved.” Her body filled with warmth for a whole other reason. She was loved. By him. By her cousins. By Indie. And that was all she needed.
“I do not have to be perfect.”
“I do not have to be perfect.”
He slipped the anal plug free from her ass, and she felt him kneel behind her. There was a slight burning as he started to push his cock slowly inside her.
“I will not run again.”
“I will not run again.”
“I will obey Sir in everything and admit he is always right.”
She snorted. “Now that’s going too far, Sir.”
“You’ll pay for that,” he promised.
Jesus, she sure hoped so.
He smacked the side of her ass, once, twice. Her pussy clenched down, and she had to grit her teeth to stop herself from falling over the edge into bliss. He started moving, thrusting in and out of her ass. His movements grew more hurried. Faster. Harder.
Then he paused and cried out as he came, filling her. Her heart raced as she felt him slip free of her. She wanted to beg him to let her come, but knew better. Knew that would only delay her release.
He started undoing the knots that kept her bound. First, he did her hands then kissed her wrists gently before moving on to the ropes tying her arms to her knees.
When she was free, he gently rolled her over onto her back, massaging her limbs. “Hello, baby.”
She smiled up at him. “Hello, Sir.”
He cupped one breast, pinching her nipple softly. She let out a soft sigh. “Like that?”
“God, yes, Sir.”
He ran his hand down her stomach then slipped it along the lips of her mound. “You’re wet. You like being tied up and having your ass fucked.”
“Yes, Sir.” Although she didn’t think it was really a question.
“Pull your legs back to your chest, knees bent.” He moved around so he knelt at her ass, staring down at her pussy as she held her legs to her chest. “Beautiful.”
Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her mound. Small noises of need escaped from her as he flicked her clit lightly then pressed his tongue deep inside. Then he pulled back and smacked her ass sharply.
“No coming without permission,” he warned.
Oh, fuck.
Again, he leaned in and licked her folds, tracing her lips, gathering up all the cream before plunging his tongue deep. She couldn’t do it. She tried everything she could think of to stop herself coming. But it was going to happen. She was shaking so hard, her teeth nearly rattled. She needed to come. She needed to come.
He drew back and she had to bite back a scream of frustration.
“I love you so much, baby. You are everything, and I would be lost without you.” He smacked her ass. “No more getting yourself targeted by serial killers, understand me?”
That was something she could easily agree to. She nodded frantically. “Yes, Sir.”
“And you tell me everything. I’m in charge of this delicious body. It’s health. It’s safety. It’s heart. Understand?”
She looked up at him with love. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because we’re getting married, and you get no choice. And yes, I realize that’s an asshole way to propose and I’ll do it properly later. But as long as you know it’s going to happen.”
She had to laugh. “Yes, Sir. I am ever your obedient submissive.”
He snorted. “If only. Now, you may come.”
She obeyed him immediately.
Leather & Lace: Trident Security
Book One
Samantha Cole
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Kristen Anders is starting her life over again after divorcing her cheating husband. An author of several 'vanilla' romance novels, she spiced up her latest one involving BDSM and it became a best-seller. Now she's researching the subject for her follow-up book and manages to get a tour of the elite, private sex club, The Covenant, and runs into the one person she never expected to see there.
Devon "Devil Dog" Sawyer is intrigued by a cute brunette he meets at a friend's Irish pub and does something he hasn't done in over twelve years. He asks her out on a date. While it might seem strange to most, Devon's only relationships since he was twenty-four have started and ended in the same place–a BDSM club.
What was supposed to be a single weekend of mutual pleasure and dirty sex, turns into something more. But while they fight their growing connection, a killer has Devon in his sights and Kristen may end up as collateral damage. Will they survive with their lives and hearts intact?
Saving Savannah
Haven, Texas
Book Three
Coming November, 2017
After suffering a traumatic experience, Savannah shuts herself off from everything. Her husbands, her friends, the world. Once bubbly and full of life, she’s now scared of everything.
Scared to leave her house. Scared to be alone.
Max and Logan didn’t know how to help their wife. She’s shutting them out, and they feel hopeless to help her. They know she’s hiding something and they’ll do whatever they have to in order to find out what.
Can two cowboys help the one woman who means everything to them or will she be lost to them forever?
Welcome to Haven, where the men are handsome, sexy and overprotective, and where their women are the center of their world.
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