by Anya Summers
He lived in a loft apartment above a BDSM club, for heaven's sake. He was a Dom, he had to be, there was no other explanation that fit him quite so perfectly. It also clarified so much about him. Why he moved with such confidence and ease throughout the world. The way his orders were followed unquestionably at the club that night. The reason she'd turned to him, needing his strength that night, wanting that attention focused on her.
She'd never had a one-night stand before. Ophelia had never craved a man's touch with a desire that bordered on desperation until he'd rescued her like a knight on horseback. It was only him, too, which made her all the more furious with herself. Why couldn't she be physically attracted to someone more suited, less volatile, like one of her fellow colleagues at the university? One heated glance from his hungry amber eyes, and she was willing to throw caution to the wind and submit to whatever he desired.
And after everything, what should have stoked her ire did the complete opposite. Being naked and bound before him thrilled her in a corner of her heart she rarely ever admitted existed. Her body hummed in an anticipation so fierce her body shook with the force.
He sat next to her. His large hands re-positioned her body, turning her over on her belly so that she was face-down, lying across his lap. In this position, her bare bottom lay over his thighs. Her breasts rubbed against the sofa fabric. The restraints afforded her enough movement to bend her arms so she could rest her forehead on her hands.
"What are you doing?" She wriggled, attempting to escape his grasp, while a part of her purred in intoxicated delight.
"Punishing you. I don't like liars, sweetness, nor will I take that level of disrespect from you."
"What?" She screeched, bucking her hips as his palm connected with her backside and swatted her exposed flesh. "Are you insane? I will rip your balls off and serve them up fried if you don't let me go this instant!"
"Keep it up, Lia, and you won't sit pretty for a week," he warned.
Tobias's hand connected with her rump and burning pain jolted her system. He counted each stroke with methodical precision. Ophelia struggled, fighting against the onslaught as the fire in her ass ignited and was inflamed with each whack across her bottom. He smacked the left cheek, slapped the right, and then would land a swat that spanned both globes, grazing her sensitive pussy. Tears pricked her eyes as the pain of the spanking radiated throughout her entire being.
When his hand stilled, rubbing the burning globes of her ass, the dam inside her broke and she sobbed. Great heaving cries, as the tumultuous ride her emotions had been on of late convalesced in this moment and burst forth. Tobias shifted her body, mindful of her bound hands, and cradled her in his arms with her head against his chest. Her bottom was engulfed in flames, throbbing from his sound spanking.
He gently rubbed her arms, holding her close.
"It's all over now, sweetness. Don't make me do that again. I didn't enjoy it, but I will not brook that type of blatant lying, not when your body is telling me otherwise. You can't deny the attraction between us, can you?"
Sucking in a shuddering breath, she shook her head. "No, I can't. I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven. Can I ask you why you ran that night?" he murmured, and she felt the resonance of his words inside her chest.
"I don't know." She studied the rise and fall of his chest, evading an honest response. When he put it that way, it made her feel like a complete fool. He cupped her chin, drawing her gaze toward his liquid amber eyes that brooked her no quarter.
"Ophelia, please don't lie to me. I cannot abide liars. Tell me why you left that night without even saying goodbye."
Embarrassed at how badly she had bungled things, she closed her eyes to avoid his direct stare, which left her soul bared before him. "I left because I didn't want to be disappointed."
"Disappointed over what? Clarify it for me." He rubbed his thumb over her lips in a bittersweet caress.
"Because I've never had, never experienced, a night like that, and if I had stayed it would have ruined how wonderful it all had been between us," she finally admitted, feeling small and inept.
One of the casualties of studying eighteenth century literature had been her dating life. Discovering that real flesh and blood men couldn't compare with fictional men had been a blow of mythic proportions. Call her crazy, but Ophelia wanted a man who not only understood the definition of honor, but exemplified it with his behavior.
"You didn't think it could possibly be the start of something great, and decided to make the decision for both of us without even seeing what I wanted? You don't find that the least bit self-serving?" he asked.
When he put it that way, she glanced at him and cringed. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't see the point. To be honest, I didn't think it would matter, or that you would have cared whether I stayed or not. In fact, I thought that you would have been more relieved than anything that you didn't have to pretend that you were going to call."
"I cared."
She'd hurt him. It didn't mean she was onboard with their relationship, but in an effort to lay salve over the wound she'd unintentionally created, she kissed him with every ounce of remorse she felt. She kissed him like her life depended on it, whittling her world to his lips. His shadow beard rubbed against her, stinging her lips as he took over, invading her senses, staging a campaign to win her surrender.
The hand which had been stroking her arm in an effort to comfort, cupped her breast, teasing the nipple into a turgid peak. Then it moved to its twin, circling the areola with the pad of his thumb as the sensitive flesh swelled beneath his masterful touch. He never stopped kissing her, possessing her mouth, and she willingly gave in to his fervent demands.
She opened her legs as his hand traveled south, caressing her slightly rounded belly. She couldn't think of how big it was going to be in a few short months. There was a firmness there now that there hadn't been before. She wondered if he noticed. Then she wondered no more as his fingers stroked the nether lips of her pussy.
He took his time, testing her response to each caress, trailing his hand over the hood of her clit. Circling the hardened nub as her desire flamed higher with every touch. He scraped the pad of his calloused forefinger across her clit and she moaned. His mouth swallowed her cries.
She felt his shaft lengthen and harden beneath her tender rear. It amazed her that she could want him again, especially after the sound spanking. It didn't matter whether she had probably deserved it or not, and now the heat of her bruised, scorching buttocks merged with the pulsing livewire of ecstasy in her womb.
They moaned in unison as he slid two fingers inside the quivering folds of her vagina, then pressed his thumb against her clitoris, sending electric sparks to her core. The duel sensations of his fingers shuttling in and out with rapid precision was just enough to drive her body to the edge of ecstasy without her tumbling over the ledge. The nearly painful pressure of his thumb against her clitoris had her crying out as it mingled and transformed into a razor-sharp pleasure so pronounced her head fell back as she rode the waves. The flesh of her pert nub swelled as he rotated the pad of his thumb in hard circles, never releasing the tight bud.
He kept thrusting his fingers, adding a third digit, and giving her the most glorious finger-fucking she'd ever experienced. Need ratcheted up in ceaseless waves, pulling her body tighter, perched closer to the edge of release. Just when the first tendrils of release began, he backed off his fervent plunges, slowing the hammering thrusts until it subsided, and then began the process again. The tortuous pleasure drove her mad, ratcheting her desire to new heights of ecstasy.
Ophelia whimpered as he restricted her movement, keeping her from thrusting her pelvis, holding her prisoner to his delicious and thorough lovemaking. His lips left her mouth, and he focused his gaze on the swollen folds of her pussy lips. Her nails dug into his chest, carving little half-moons.
His hand plundered her depths, his fingers sawing in and out of her channel in hard unyielding thrusts.
The scream she emitted from her mouth was almost inhuman as she unraveled. Her orgasm clutched at his fingers, which were still embedded and thrusting in her pussy until the shuddering clenching of her channel subsided. Tobias withdrew his fingers from her entrance, licking them clean of her creamy juices. Ophelia slumped against his chest, deliciously spent; she made no protest as he positioned her onto her side. Then he lay down behind her so that the full length of the front of his body lay against her back. He situated her cuffed wrists up around his neck, the bindings making it nigh impossible for her to move away from him. He opened her thighs, laying her left leg on top, over his hip, which provided him full access to her sex.
He held her legs wide open as he guided his enormous cock to the swollen folds of her vagina, rubbing the smooth head through her slick crease. He pushed the crown inside and the walls of her pussy compressed, attempting to wrench him deeper. But he seemed bent on a new level of delicious torture, holding her still, only giving her the swollen tip of his penis.
She panted, shaking as her need spiraled. She strained, undulating her pelvis, craving the glorious fucking only he could give her, except his fingers dug into her hips, stopping any movement. One hand swatted the tender flesh of her ass, already bruised from his earlier attentions, and her muscles spasmed, sending volts of electric pleasure from her ass straight to her pussy.
"Please," she pleaded, writhing, her eyes damn near rolling back into her head as he held them both torturously still.
"Call me 'Master', and I will give your body exactly what it craves."
Huh? Was this a trick? He shifted his pelvis, just enough to push his member in a further inch before he withdrew almost entirely until just the tip was buried in her swollen flesh. She whimpered. Who cared what his agenda was, in this moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her brains out, craved the delicious orgasm he could provide but held just out of her reach. She'd call him whatever the hell he wanted.
"Please, Master," she begged, the razor's edge of pleasure slicing her stiff control into julienne strips.
Stars exploded behind her lids as he slammed his dick inside her tight channel. He gave her three glorious, hard thrusts, then stilled again with his member stretching her tight sheath, teasing the lip of her cervix.
"No! Don't stop, please," she whined, gasping. Her hands gripped the back of his head, her fingers clasping the silky waves of his thick, brandy-colored hair as she could do nothing but accept what he gave her. She panted at the small scraps of pleasure he doled out. He felt so huge, stretching the walls of her vagina. She tightened her Kegel muscles, flexing them around his burly cock.
His teeth clamped over her shoulder and he bit down, growling. The small bite of pain drove her closer to the edge and she gasped at the unintentional pleasure-pain zinging through her overwrought nerve endings.
"Tell me what you want, sweetness," he ordered, releasing her shoulder as he traced the line of her neck with his tongue, placing little nibbling bites along the path.
"I want you to… Jesus!" Her body was putty in his embrace and she let go, surrendering to his masterful touch. The tightly wound control she lived her life by snapped under his loving, and she could actually feel all of her inhibitions go up in flames.
"Yes?" He nibbled her ear, making her eyes cross at the newest sensation. The man had a mouth on him that could solve world peace and make any woman agree to anything so long as he didn't stop fixating all his carnal attentions on her.
"Fuck me, Tobias. I want you to fuck me," she panted, mindless as heat scorched her from the inside out.
He growled in her ear at her use of his name. "What's my name?"
Her brain blanked momentarily, "Um, Master."
"Good girl." She felt the vibration of his lips against the back of her neck and then all thoughts deserted her as he delivered on his promise.
He rotated his hips in a seesaw motion, not sanctioning any movements from her, instead using his body to restrain hers as he plundered her quaking sheath. In and then out, hitting a new set of nerve endings with each little shift and variation of his forceful thrusts. Her body greedily accepted all that he was giving her, she was surrounded in him. He fucked her, pummeling his thick length inside her pussy repeatedly, making her lose her sense of time and space. In this moment nothing else existed but their twined heartbeats, their bodies connected in the most intimate fashion.
One of his hands strummed the engorged nub of her clit while the other dug into her hip, holding her in place. The combination of his fingers stroking her as he pounded his length inside, rubbing his cock along her g-spot, was incredible. The pleasure was so intense she felt like she was about to launch into orbit.
The orgasm exploded, her muscles clamping around his cock, shuddering as he rammed his flesh inside her. He never stopped, picking up his brutal pace as his own release neared. He was almost savage, hammering his cock in rapid fire thrusts. Her body opened to him, accepting his forceful invasion the way a glutton accepts another serving of pie. She lapped it up, her body so attuned to every nuance of his, and felt him harden and swell. In and out, his thrusts had her on the precipice of coming again. Tremors wracked her frame and her body unraveled as pleasure blasted her system.
Then he let loose, his cock jerking as he thrust so hard her own body responded with another round of spasms.
"Ah, Ophelia," he moaned as hot jets of his seed sprayed inside her. Her tissues clenched and fluttered around him. He thrust until the last drops of his orgasm finished.
Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed. She had what was sure to be a 'cat that ate the canary' grin on her face. His semi-flaccid penis was still buried inside her as she felt his cum dripping from her sex. Every limb was past the point of functioning, in a buttery liquid dreamy state. His face was buried in her neck.
"One of these days, we're going to do this in a bed," he mumbled, untying her wrists from the restraints. He disentangled their limbs and she groaned at being forced into movement.
He scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. He slid in beside her, pulling her close as he shut off the lights.
Her last thought before sleep claimed her was that she should tell him about the baby.
Chapter 6
Ophelia woke as the first streaks of light filtered in through the heavy damask curtains. She was curled on her side, with a thickly muscled male arm wrapped around her midsection. They had spooned all night after their final bout of lovemaking. The two nights she'd now had with Tobias had been the most carnal indulgences of her life. If she wasn't careful, she'd become addicted to them—and, more importantly, to him.
She still couldn't believe how easily she had tossed aside her brain last night. What kind of woman did it make her that she'd let him spank her and didn't proceed to deck him, or call the authorities? Even her parents had never disciplined her that way. Her ass still stung, the skin overtly sensitive and her flesh warm to the touch, as she pressed up against Tobias.
Yet there was warmth inside her chest over everything that had happened the previous night. She felt different, freer than she'd felt in years, and all from his spanking, among other things. And if she was totally honest with herself, the spanking had added to last night's feeding of the flesh frenzy. Ophelia was not a hundred percent sure she would have given in as easily as she had—at least, the second time—if the fire in her rear hadn't stoked the flames of her desire higher than it had ever been before. She had combusted in his arms.
He touched her and she was lost. It terrified her, the kind of power he had over her. Just thinking of last night made the walls of her vagina tremble. They hadn't used a condom, again. It seemed to be the story of their interludes. Though it didn't matter much anymore; she was already pregnant. He surrounded her with his essence and her primordial nature kicked into high gear. He was an alpha's alpha,
who made other men look like pale knock-offs by comparison.
Her sister's fiancé Declan was handsome, sure, but he didn't infuse a room the way Tobias did. Tobias commanded every space he entered, including her. He was solid like the great redwood forest in northern Cali. A man who battered and weathered the storms of life, and when the rest had fallen, was still standing strong as ever. Cradled in his arms, Ophelia had slept more peacefully than she ever had, safe within the security his embrace provided.
The news of the baby probably wouldn't rattle his sturdy countenance. What would he think about it? And how exactly was she supposed to start that little conversation?
Well, Tobias, I'm glad I finally know your name, since we're going to be parents. Isn't that great?
Sheesh! She shifted, wanting to slide out of bed and make use of the bathroom but trying not to disturb him. Luck, it seemed, was no longer on her side. His arms tightened, the hand cupping her breast massaging her flesh.
"Morning." He nuzzled her neck. His deep voice was sleep-filled and gravelly.
Awareness spiked her blood pressure. "Morning," she said and squirmed.
"Not yet, sweetness, I want a morning taste." His lips claimed hers and his hips rubbed against her backside with his morning wood. The hand cupping her breast teased her nipple into a tight peak. She melted, surrendering to his insistent lips for a drugging kiss. He gave good woo, tugging her bottom lip into his mouth where he nipped and sucked the tender flesh until it was swollen from the attention.
"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest when he broke the kiss.
"After a proper morning greeting." He descended to reclaim her lips.
She stopped him just before he captured her lips. "It will have to wait until after I use the bathroom. Hold that thought until I get back."