by Anya Summers
"Yes, Master," she gasped, trying to fixate on one image in front of her.
"Good. I'm going to use a paddle on you tonight, and then possibly the flogger, too. If it gets to intense or is too painful, use your safeword."
He ran the smooth wood over her rear. It was solid and cool. He pulled back and began strategically landing smacks on her behind with the paddle.
The first one made the air rush out of her lungs. With the second, she felt tears prick her eyes. The third whack of wood against her flesh made fire pour from the pain in her ass cheeks directly to the vibrators in her ass and pussy. By the fourth, a dam burst inside her chest and all the reservations, all the distancing, all the emotionless living of the last few years began to slide down her cheeks. The pain of the paddle transformed her. All of her inhibitions melted under his sure touch. She reveled in the feel of the wood against her body, the burn as it traveled into her core. The buzz of the vibrators was intoxicating.
After a good twenty-five to thirty swats—she lost count somewhere in her haze—she felt the stinging bite of the leather flogger against her back. He went about striking her backside and making it glow under his skillful touch. Her back, her arms, her thighs, her calves… all became extremely sensitive as he reddened her backside. She needed this, she deserved it for being so cold all these years, it finally had brought the fire back into her life. She exalted as her blood turned to lava with every caress of the flogger.
The sounds of sex around her diminished, the crowd no longer bothering her, for in this moment it was only she and Tobias. The flogger smacked her ass so that balled tips thwacked against the vibrating butt plug, setting off a chain reaction in her body. Ophelia came in waves, screaming as her body splintered apart, her pussy clenching, her ass quaking; and her body could do nothing but feel it.
She sagged against the cross, her body spent, but on the inside she was finally free from the prison walls she'd placed around her heart and soul. Her head hung forward. Tobias shut off and removed both vibrators, tossing them into the trash bin, and then unfastened her restraints. He wrapped a blanket around her body, scooped her up and carried her from Devil's Lair to the back hallway, and up to his loft. Lia gave a little thought to the clothes she'd left on the floor but didn't care.
Not much had changed in his place. It looked sparser than the last time she'd visited. If her brain was functioning on any level at the present moment, she'd be able to figure out which pieces were missing. He settled them onto the couch, and then he just sat there, cradling her. Tears blurred her eyes. He had always taken such sweet care of her, from the beginning. He'd protected her with his life and she'd responded by pushing him out of hers.
"Let it out, sweetness." He kissed her temple and let the storm of her emotions batter her until they were fully released, and then he did something wholly unexpected. Once her tears had quieted, and her sobs had turned to hiccups, he moved away.
"Where are you going?" Fear riddled her body. Would her really leave her?
"To retrieve your clothes and to call you a cab." He withdrew from her completely.
Shock dulled her response time. He was five feet from his front door before she croaked, "Wait."
Her cry halted his forward progression but his back was still to her.
"Please don't leave me," she whispered, her heart racing madly inside her chest. She dug for her courage, her heart trembling.
"I think it's for the best. Don't you? I'll send support for the baby, but I don't think it's a good idea for us to see each other after tonight. I thought I could when you first arrived here tonight, but I just can't go back to living that way, Lia."
"No, I don't think it's for the best." She stood, holding the blanket snug around her body. He turned to her then. They were like two MMA fighters getting ready for a match, neither one willing to make any concessions.
"Why not?" A muscle in his jaw ticked as he studied her, his gaze an unreadable mask.
"Because I—we did that scene, didn't we, I did it, for you? So that I could prove I can be in your world, and—"
"I did that scene for you, Ophelia. You needed the release. It was all about you. It's always been for you," he admitted, defeat lacing his voice.
He sounded tired. He sounded done. That was when a niggle of doubt reared its ugly head. He had never touched her tonight, not like he normally had in the past during their private scenes. Tobias really had done that scene for her, had known exactly what she needed, and had given it to her. Had she ever stopped to think about what he needed? Oh god, she really had screwed things up worse than she thought.
"I'm so sorry for all those things I said. I didn't mean them, not at all. Please forgive me. I love you so much it terrifies me." She was babbling now. But she couldn't lose him over her own selfish stupidity.
"What did you say?" Tobias stopped her. His eyes glowed; his body looked ready to spring open from a lock. She wondered what she had said to make him go stock still—and then it hit her as her heart spilled over inside her chest.
Her heart in shining in her eyes, she said firmly, her voice unwavering with the truth she'd been so afraid to speak, "I love you, Tobias. I think I fell for you that first night but I was so wrapped up in not feeling anything that you scared the hell out of me."
In a few strides, he stood before her. He cradled her face between his palms. "Say it again, sweetness."
"I love you," she whispered, staring into his glowing amber eyes and tender smile.
"Took you long enough. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you, Ophelia." His lips crushed hers in soul-searing kiss. It was a hello and hell yeah, finally! kiss, all wrapped into one. Tongues, lips, and teeth tangled as he claimed her as his and she did the same with him. She was not letting him go ever again. Even if she had to prove that to him every day for the rest of their lives.
She let the blanket fall, her fingers working on the bindings on his leather pants. She growled into his mouth when his rigid flesh spilled into her hand. She hissed against his lips when his hands caressed the sensitive flesh of her backside.
"Come, sweetness, ride me." He kicked off his boots and leathers, standing gloriously naked before her, then pulled her over to the couch.
He sat reclining against the back, pulling her on top of him so that she was facing him, straddling his thighs. She positioned her hips over the top of his thick shaft. He rubbed the head through her folds, aligning his member with her channel. They gazed in each other's eyes as she lowered herself slowly down over his erection. His cock stretched her delicate tissues, which quivered at the blunt intrusion.
Then she tilted her pelvis, thrusting her hips, feeling the full length of him shuttle in and out. Never breaking eye contact, she gyrated, canting her hips back and forth. He let her set the pace, gave her permission to love him, and she felt her eyes water. Ophelia chalked it up to the hormones. She continued her slow, leisurely loving, holding onto his rock hard shoulders, and clenching her Kegels.
Tobias groaned. "Sweetness, what was that?"
She did it again and he growled. Thrusting, rotating, and pumping her Kegel muscles. Tobias trembled under her. It was then that she finally understood the whole dominance thing. The ability to know your lover so deeply inside and out that it brings you the utmost pleasure to be in control of theirs.
But she was submissive at heart, and had had enough of being in control, even if her tender ass did get a little bruised.
"Must go faster," he growled, trying to pound his cock inside her, but the grip her pussy had on him, squeezing her inner muscles and moving in slow, small strokes, was making it nigh on impossible for him.
"No." She smiled, biting her lip as she rotated her hips.
"What was that, sweetness?" His nostrils flared like she had just waved a red flag in front of a bull that lived inside one highly cantankerous Dom.
She smiled sweetly, clenching her muscles even tighter, and ordered, "Make me, Master."
He had her on her back in two seconds
flat, pistoning his hips, hammering his cock inside her with such force she wondered if she would be able to walk in the morning. She met him thrust for thrust. There was the sound of slapping flesh as his balls smacked against her ass checks.
He pumped his hips, thrusting as she writhed beneath him. She loved the feel of him as he pounded his cock home. Loved the breadth of his wide member as it stretched her so fully. Loved the way his eyes heated with a light just for her as he pounded his flesh inside her. Her body wrapped inward, tightening in on itself as the orgasm neared. He threaded his fingers through hers, making sure every inch of their bodies that could touch, did. He kissed her, drowning out her cries, the orgasm rocketing through her system, and she felt his cock swell and jolt, followed by hot streams of liquid pouring inside her.
They ended wrapped up, entwined one around the other. Breathing heavily, neither of them speaking as their heartrates slowed.
"I'll move in just a moment, sweetness. As soon as I get feeling back in my legs."
"I happen to like you just where you are." She kissed his neck, stroking his back in soft, slow caresses.
"Is that a fact?" He shifted so he was looking down at her.
"Uh huh, it is." A shadow passed over her face.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry about everything. I never meant to hurt you the way I did. I will spend the rest of our lives trying to make it up to you."
"Ophelia, I love you. You bring me peace in a world of chaos and know how to silence my demons. You don't have to make anything up to me."
She caressed his cheek. "But I do, you brought me back to life. When my parents died, a part of me died along with them, and I never really got it back. But you resurrected my soul, made me want to live again, and I love you more than you will ever know."
"Sweetness, you're going to have to marry me, you know." He enveloped her shocked cries in a heart-wrenching kiss, a melding of not only of lips, but of hearts and souls.
"Now, about this making it up to me plan," Tobias murmured as he broke the kiss. "Tell me more."
She smiled, rocking her hips underneath him. "Well, it goes a little something like this." She sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
"You do realize I'm going to have this couch bronzed or something, right?" he said as she nibbled on his ear.
"What?" she asked, releasing his ear. All of a sudden he wanted to get chatty. Her heart swelled with love. They would have plenty of time to love each other.
"Maybe we can dub it: the couch of love." He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned as he rotated his hips and she felt him lengthen inside her, making her breath expel from her lungs as she panted at the sizzling pleasure stoking her banked embers.
"You wouldn't!" she gasped, trying to concentrate on the conversation and not the slow thrusts of his erection inside her pussy.
"I love this couch, it's the one place where I can always get you naked and underneath me," he playfully teased.
She sputtered as he claimed her lips and dragged her under. She would no longer stand on the sidelines of life but would live, and love this man with everything she was, and then some. And then she could think no more, as she surrendered to a love greater than anything she'd ever known.
The End
Two Doms for Kara
The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book Three
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Chapter 1
"Oh, for pity's sake!"
Kara glanced at the coffee stain spreading over her fitted white blouse.
Of all the mornings for her klutz-o-meter to kick into high gear, this was the worst possible time. She couldn't seem to manage walking, let alone striking a balancing act to make it to the office in one piece. Kara always felt she was a bit disheveled, her small, five-foot curvy frame a far cry from the leggy models running about Manhattan. They were the same women who hired her to oversee their weddings, and while she always did her best to appear collected, her clumsiness sometimes got the better of her. She glared at the perpetrators of her demise, her black stiletto pumps and the small crack between the elevator and the fifth floor where her new office was located. Along with the fact that she seemed incapable of putting one foot in front of the other, this morning she was running unseemingly late for her first official board meeting with her new business partners.
Last month she'd moved her base of operations for her wedding planning company, Bridal Dreams, from her walk up apartment in Brooklyn to the island of Manhattan. The only way for her company to score some of the bigger, more elite city weddings was to have an office in Manhattan. Prices being what they were, Kara had sublet a small office from her good friends Chase Manning and Zeke Driscoll. Zeke owned a catering enterprise making some of the best edible creations she'd ever put in her mouth. He had rocketed to fame with a cooking show some years back, and had left the limelight to enjoy control of his own enterprises. Then there was Chase, who was a special occasions architect, and she considered him the demi-god of design.
Kara had met them at a bridal trade show a few years back. After realizing how well they hit it off with each other, they'd pooled resources and worked together on a few previous weddings with great success. She'd even landed an interview in Summer Bridal Magazine two months prior with the Goodall wedding. So, after she had considered her options and realized a Manhattan move was imminent once she found the space, she'd mentioned she was in the market for office space. Zeke and Chase had graciously offered her their extra office for Bridal Dreams.
Last week, they'd agreed upon and finalized a merger of all three companies, which was a huge step for her and them. It made butterflies flutter in her belly when she thought about the merger. It had been a great leap of faith for her. She wasn't used to depending upon anyone else, and now she had two partners. Her nerves about the merger added to her clumsiness, she knew, but this morning was their first board meeting. She was late, very, very late, and now she looked ridiculous with coffee covering her front. What a way to begin a partnership. Kara raced down the hall while attempting to blot the spilled coffee from her blouse. This just would not do, to have her shirt with such a huge stain on it.
The silver placard on the dark walnut door gave her pause. Embossed in black lettering with the new swirly logo Chase had designed, it read: Bridal Dreams, Inc. Shaking her head, Kara tentatively opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn't spot either of her partners in the reception area. The office was fairly standard with three offices, a conference room, a store room, and a reception waiting area. Coffee was already percolating in the complimentary coffee maker, likely Chase's doing since she didn't see any signs of Gretchen, their assistant. The doors to their offices were closed, as was the door to the conference room.
Screw it!
Kara made a mad dash for her office, her one objective being to avoid her partners until she'd stripped off the stained blouse and changed into attire that didn't make her look like a clumsy moron. She had some of h
er workout gear stored in her tote. The black workout tank in her bag would work well enough, she could pair it with her blazer. While not ideal, it would have to do until lunchtime, where she could hit up the department store around the corner and purchase a top that was infinitely more appropriate work couture. The normal patrons of Bridal Dreams expected a certain level of decorum. It wouldn't do to have their elite clientele walk in when she was looking less than her best. Even though she faked it most days.
Setting the almost empty coffee mug on her desk, she stripped off her navy blazer, and pulled the tails of her blouse from inside her matching pencil skirt. She unbuttoned her blouse and grimaced at her white lace bra. Some of the coffee had seeped through onto the material. Her nipples were visible through the now see-through material.
The door to her office swung open. "Hey, Kara, if you're ready we—"
Zeke Driscoll, aka the man who could play Thor's demi-god brother with his smoldering blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and wealth of dirty blonde hair, stopped short at the sight of her without her blouse. His lean, six-foot frame filled her office doorway, shielding her body from the rest of the office. His electric blue gaze ran over her half-naked form with a long lingering stop at her breasts, at which her nipples pebbled into hard points under his intense stare, before returning his scrutiny to her face.
"Sorry," Kara cried, crossing her arms in front of her boobs in an attempt to shield them from Zeke's scorching observation.
"What's going on in here? Are you guys ready to start, or what?" Her other partner, Chase Manning, with his wavy black chin length hair and goatee, entered her office, shouldering past Zeke. His jaw dropped open at her topless appearance.
"Was there a party I didn't know about, gorgeous?" Chase asked Kara, contemplating her like she was one of Zeke's tasty canapes.