Roman: A Triple Threat Novel

by Josephine Jade

  “Dr. Habersham is fine.” Roman shifted so he could look Sarah in the eye. “You might need a couple of stitches. And whatever they used on you as a sedative… I just want to make sure you’re really okay.”

  She nodded then looked away.

  “Sarah…”

  Roman stopped his words. He would make his apologies in front of Saul and Dominic if he thought that would make her feel better. Hell, he would make his apologies in front of everyone if that was what she wanted.

  But he would rather make his apologies in private where he could show her everything he was feeling rather than just tell her.

  When they arrived at the house, Dr. Habersham was waiting. He checked Sarah’s wounds, giving her a local anesthetic and then two small stitches in one of the cuts on her arm. He drew her blood so he could do a toxicity screen, and checked all her vitals.

  Roman showered while she was with the doctor, giving her privacy, but was waiting when the doctor left.

  “I’ll get her blood work back as soon as possible, but based on her vitals and her pupil reactions, I don’t think she’s going to have any lingering problems with whatever sedative they used. Cuts should be fine too, just keep them clean.”

  Dominic arrived to take care of the doctor’s bill and escort him out. Sarah just sat on the couch in the living room.

  “I guess I should go home,” she said.

  “No.” Roman grimaced at his own rough tone, tempered it. “I mean, please stay.”

  She gave a soft sigh. “I know on the ship you asked me to come here and I said yes. But I’m fine. There’s no more boogiemen—or women—out there with knives to get me. I’m safe.”

  “I’m not just talking about your safety. I’m talking about us.”

  She looked down at the floor. “There is no us.”

  “That’s not true, Sarah. The other night…”

  “The other night was just you showing what you really think about me.”

  Roman crouched down next to her. He had to make her understand. “No, that’s not what I really think of you. Of us. Of our relationship.” He took her hand, thankful when she didn’t snatch it away. “I have a temper, Angel, I admit it. And in my line of work I’m surrounded by enemies all the time. People who will do anything, use any physical or emotional weapon they have to get at me.”

  Her big blue eyes stared out at him. “I didn’t do that. I was always going to play the recording of Robbie and I’s conversation to you. I just wanted to get rid of…”

  He waited for her to finish but she didn’t. “Get rid of what?”

  She shook her head and lowered her eyes. “The part where I said I was in love with you.”

  “Why? That was the best part. The part I listened to over and over again, all the while calling myself every possible type of fool for what I had done. What I did, what I said… I was so wrong. I hurt something precious. You.”

  He placed both hands on her cheeks, well aware of how small her face was in his grip. “Some of it… I liked.”

  “But not nature of it. The emotion behind it. I was wrong, Sarah. And I’m sorry. You mean so much more to me than just a sexual play thing. So much more to me than a repayment. You have from the very beginning, I just didn’t want to give you the power over me to let you know how I felt.”

  He brought his lips to hers for the sweetest of kisses, perhaps the most tender thing he’d ever done to her. “I hope you’ll give me—give us—another chance. But before I even ask that I need to take you somewhere. Make sure you understand a few things. Because from here on out, we start from a new point.”

  Roman took her to see her brother in the hospital. Made sure she was able to talk to Robbie, see that he was okay.

  She had no doubt Roman was enough of a strategic mastermind to know that doing this would be a huge step in getting back into her good graces. She didn’t care. She threw her arms around Roman in the hallway after she’d talked to Robbie and he was resting comfortably.

  “Thank you,” she whispered against Roman’s chest. “For getting him here, for paying for all this. I know what he did…”

  “Robbie’s debt was paid in full the second he chose to come to my house to tell me where you were. If he hadn’t, you would’ve been at Audra’s mercy and I would’ve had no idea where you were. I can’t even bare to think of what she would’ve done.”

  Sarah shuddered. “She planned to mail me back to you in pieces.”

  Roman’s shoulders stiffened under her hands. “Because of your brother’s bravery, you’re here safe right now. Every debt paid.” He tucked his thumb under her chin. “You’re family to me now. That’s how important you are. And by default, he is too.”

  “Roman…” She gripped him tighter. “I really thought you wouldn’t come for me. That I wouldn’t be worth the loss of face you’d be subject to, lowering yourself to their demands.”

  He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was already prepared to meet them. Dominic and Lukas had agreed. We would make sure you were safe, then deal with the fallout later. Nothing was more important to me than getting you back safely.”

  She stood on her tip toes, pulling his neck down at the same time, so she could reach his lips. “Thank you.”

  “That’s what I want you to understand going forward. Things have changed. You will never be my fuck toy again.”

  Sarah was glad there was no one else nearby that could hear this conversation. “Maybe I like being your fuck toy.”

  As close as she was against him, there was no mistaking his reaction to her words. “Then let me rephrase. You will never be my indebted fuck toy again. I’d still be happy to debase you in every way possible I can think of. And make you beg for it.”

  Sarah’s thighs clamped together and she could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. “Can we start right now?”

  And hour later they were in his giant bathtub, Roman sitting behind her. Despite his threats to debase her, he was so gentle it almost brought tears to her eyes. He’d already washed her from head to toe, careful of her cuts. He then shampooed her hair, using his fingers to massage deeply into her scalp. He rinsed her with the hand-held shower head then applied conditioner. She was pretty much boneless lying back against him by the time he was done.

  “I would complain about the lack of debasing going on, but I’m too relaxed,” she muttered.

  “I’ll bet after coming a few times you might feel even more relaxed.” He tilted her head back against one of his arms so he had access to her throat and breasts. His hand slid up her hip, along her waist to the breast that was popping out of the water.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” She smiled without opening her eyes. “I’m pretty relaxed.”

  But she gasped as his teeth found the sensitive spot on her neck that drove her wild. His fingers pulled on her nipples, rolling and pinching them.

  “I love the sounds you make when you really start to get turned on. It’s so honest. So damn sexy.”

  It was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. She moaned again, her head falling further back on his arm.

  “I can’t wait to get those nipples back into clamps.” He tugged deeply at one, while his lips nipped at her throat more. “I can’t decide which is more sexy, the sight of those pretty breasts clamped or that ass of yours plugged. I think we’ll have to do both as much as possible.”

  Sarah was panting now.

  His hand trailed down from her breast to her pussy, his fingers working deftly over her clit. He knew her body too well, knew exactly what she liked and didn’t waste any time driving her towards the edge.

  “Open your legs as wide as the tub will allow,” he said in her ear before biting the lobe. “Put them on top of mine.”

  She felt her heart rate increase as she did what he asked. His fingers slid inside her, first one then two, working at a slow and easy rate, as his other hand continued its onslaught of her breasts.

  Then Roman bent his
knees, causing her legs resting on top to rise with them, bringing her hips down a little further. Her head flew back against his shoulder as this changed the angle of his fingers, causing him to rub against her g-spot each time he thrust. He kept this up until she was sobbing his name.

  She didn’t even try to hold back her cry as she felt herself flying apart when his thumb finally found her clit and pressed it. Hard. The way he knew she needed. His teeth gently biting her neck ensured her fall, the world spinning in colors around her.

  But it was his words that had her heart soaring. “You’re everything to me, Angel. Mine to cherish, mine to protect, mine to ravish.”

  “Yours,” she whispered. “And you’re mine.”

  He took her lips in a promise, one that more than made up for whatever might have happened in the past. “Yes. Never doubt it.”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Roman had wanted to throw away the entire pony ensemble, but Sarah wouldn’t let him. As a matter of fact every time he’d tried to ease them back a little from darker play she’d stopped it.

  His girl didn’t want vanilla, as she’d proven when he’d come home from a short trip out of town to find her bent over his desk naked just like it had all began. He’d given her the sound thrashing with his belt she’d wanted, leaving the door open so everyone could hear her sobbing.

  Then to teach her not to top from the bottom, he’d pulled out the ginger lube and forced her to work her ass up and down on his cock, facing away in lap dance position, as he’d sat there on his office chair. Although the door had been closed by that point, her screams about how it burned while begging him to fuck her harder had probably gotten quite a few chuckles from his men.

  Who still ate her damn baking experiments no matter how awful they were. His men adored her. Would die for her.

  So would Roman.

  He’d gotten a text from her today telling him to get the pony gear out. He’d agreed but told her he wouldn’t be using the crop.

  That thing and how he’d used it on her that night still made him feel a little sick.

  When she’d texted back that he’d want to at least give her five stripes with it when she showed him what she’d done, he’d demanded to know what.

  She hadn’t responded.

  Now she was on all fours on his bed, the box of pony gear next to her. Her hair wasn’t cut or nipples pierced like he’d feared at reading her text. He slipped the bit gag on her and then the nipple clamps then got out the plug with the horse tail.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he whispered. She nodded, her eyes lit up. Tonight he wouldn’t be prancing her around for anyone else. Tonight he would fuck her while this big plug was in her ass. She’d be so tight they’d both go crazy.

  He slid around behind her, covering the plug with lube. She shifted so her ass was higher.

  That’s when he saw it.

  She’d gotten a tiny tattoo, right on the curve of her ass. Three small words in a sassy little font.

  Roman’s fuck toy.

  He laughed and reached down and kissed the tender spot. Licked it. Kissed it again. This woman meant everything to him.

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling through the gag.

  “Five, I’m assuming, because you showed someone else your naked ass in order to get this tattoo?”

  She nodded.

  He took out the crop and struck it against his hand. He reached over and unfastened her gag.

  “I will give you five, more if you want them, under one condition.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Does this involve me holding my own ass cheeks open?”

  “Okay, two conditions.”

  She laughed. “What was the first?”

  “That you marry me and stay with me forever.”

  “You do realize you’re proposing to me while I’m naked on all fours about to be whipped and plugged.”

  “And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll ask you again tomorrow the proper way, but say yes to me now, too, Sarah. Say yes to me in the darkest of my depravity.”

  She smiled and nodded. His angel. “I’ll always say yes to you.”

  THE END

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