Discovered

by Quigg, CA

  I grab a long length rope along with a pair of scissors in case I need to release Aubree fast, and I also grab a wand vibrator.

  I return to the bed. “Sit and hold your arms chest width apart.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I carefully wrap the rope several times around her presented wrists and then coil the hanging ends around and around the center from one wrist to the other, creating a sturdy rope bar. Not as strong as a spreader bar, but a good alternative for a novice. Shibari—erotic bondage—is something I take great pleasure in. The positioning of knots stimulates pressure points on the body, and when Aubree is ready, we’ll explore it together.

  “I’m going to gag you now. Bring the rope bar to your mouth.”

  She lifts her arms and positions the wound rope between her lips. I bring the dangling ends around the back of her head and secure them in place around the rope circling her wrist. Her wrists are bound, and her mouth is gagged. She’s at my mercy.

  Leaning down, I take each nipple into my mouth one at a time, grazing the tips with the edge of my teeth. I can tell Aubree is doing her best not to react, but she can’t stop the trembles rippling over her skin.

  The scent of her arousal fills the room, and I lift her legs over my shoulders. Her soaked pussy is a temptation, one I won’t be able to resist for much longer. Leaning forward, I brush the head of my cock over her swollen folds but as much as she strains her body to have me enter her, I resist.

  She sobs against the rope, and the plea I hear almost unravels my resolve.

  “Quiet,” I say harshly.

  I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her forward until my cock nudges her virginal entrance. She’s lubricated enough to take my width and length with zero resistance.

  “Do you want to come?” I ask.

  She nods, her beseeching eyes glistening.

  “Did you do as I asked last night? Did you go home and play with yourself? Teach yourself what you like? Teach yourself to come on your fingers?”

  She closes her eyes and shakes her head.

  “In time, you’ll learn to enjoy pleasuring yourself.”

  I pick up the wand vibrator and switch it to its highest setting. “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound and don’t come.” Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her slick folds and touch the head of the vibrator against her puffy clit.

  A lone tear slides down the side of her face and disappears into her hair. What I’m asking her to do will take more self-control than Aubree currently possesses. A trained sub would find what I asked her to do difficult.

  Relentlessly, I press the vibrator against her sensitive spot. She tenses against the aggressive rush of pleasure I’m giving her, doing everything in her power to resist the climax swelling inside of her.

  “Will you ever show up again without informing me?”

  She squeezes her eyes shut, and shakes her head, but she still doesn’t make a sound. I should put her out of her misery, but I’m enjoying torturing her way too much.

  Mercilessly, I lift the vibrator from her before bringing it back, never giving her more than a second to recover.

  Pre-come drips from my cock and the voice in my head chants fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. My dick twitches and jerks in agreement with the voice.

  Dammit. I pride myself on my restraint, my willpower, and my resolve but one by one this girl, the daughter of a man I despise, has knocked them down.

  I throw the vibrator onto the mattress and reach over to the bedside cabinet where I grab a condom and slide it on.

  It’s time to make Aubree Miller mine.

  Chapter Eleven

  Aubree

  I’m on the verge of losing my mind. Here I am on a leather covered bed, gagged and bound by a man I barely know. A man my father hates. A man I’ve spent ten years hating. A man I need more than I need air to breathe.

  He’s about to take my virginity, and there’s no hesitation in my mind that he’s the one who’s supposed to make me a woman.

  I lift my head and watch him sheath his rock-hard cock. A cock that’s going to be inside me soon.

  Never in my life have I had a man’s cock in mouth, so I had nothing to compare him to, but he tasted divine and my mouth waters thinking about him ramming his veiny dick down my throat again. And never in a million years had I ever imagined myself submitting to a man like Callum. Someone who aggressively takes what he wants.

  His actions are possessive and demanding, and at times frightening and the feral look in his eyes takes my breath away, but I don’t fear him or being alone with him.

  He stands by the mattress, places his hands on my knees, and spreads my legs. I want to touch him. Want to wrap my hands around his cock and guide him inside of me. Want to scratch my fingernails over his smooth skin and feel his muscles ripple. But because of the way he has me tied up, there’s no way I’ll be able to do any of that.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks running his large hands up and down my thighs. “Is this what you meant when you said you were willing to give me anything?”

  “Yes, Sir” I mumble about the gag.

  “Don’t lie, Aubree. When I ask you something, answer me honestly. You don’t want your first time with me to happen when you’re bound and gagged, so you?”

  Ashamed that he sees right through me, I close my eyes and give my head a slight shake. Being bound is more of a turn on that I could ever have imagined, but he’s right, I don’t want my first time like this.

  “Sit,” he commands and helps me into a sitting position. He undoes the rope going around going around the back of my neck. Next, he undoes and unties the rope between my wrists, kissing, licking, and massaging my skin as he does.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I’m going to make love to you now. During our time together, there are times when we’ll have plain vanilla sex. It won’t happen often, but because this is your first time, I’m going to take things slow. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle because you drive me fucking insane and I’m having a hard time controlling myself. But I promise I’m going to give you everything you want.”

  The words I love you sit on the tip of my tongue. I want him to know, understand, how strong my feelings for him are. Love seems way too much, but my heart’s convinced that’s exactly what it is.

  I drape my arms around his neck and crush my lips to his. Our kiss is tender and deep, and it’s as if he’s committing everything about me to memory.

  He runs his hands up and down my body—massaging, grabbing, tweaking and fondling. A throb beats between my legs. How I held back when he placed the vibrator on my clit, I’ll never know. The pleasure was as overwhelming as it was thrilling.

  The second he slides inside me, I’ll climax because, right now, I’m seconds away and that’s just from his kiss. He climbs onto the bed and gathers me in his arms. The sincerity in his touch takes my breath away.

  “I’m never going to hurt you. You’re everything I didn’t know I was waiting for.”

  I run the tip of my thumb over his lips. “And I’ll never ever hurt you. Never. I care about you deeply. It’s hard to understand how I could have hated you for so many years.”

  He chuckles. “Haven’t you heard, there’s a thin line between love and hate.”

  He positions himself on top of me, and I wrap my legs around his hips.

  “Will it hurt?” I ask in a whisper.

  “It might, but I’ll do everything I can to make it painless.”

  He reaches down and guides his shaft to my entrance.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  When the head of his cock first enters me, my heart skips and my breath whooshes out. There’s no pain, only fullness, and a slight burn as I stretch for him. He stills, but I dig my nails into his back urging him to continue.

  “Don’t stop. Make love to me.”

  He angles his hips, and with one deep thrust, he seats himself inside my pussy. My walls clamp around him and hold him
inside. He’s mine. Forever mine. No matter where the years or time takes us, he’ll always be my first and he’ll always be mine.

  I grind my hips against his needing him to give my body what it’s searching for.

  “More,” I beg. “More.” He might be the Dom, but I’m the one who’s in control.

  “You’re killing me. Fucking killing me,” he grinds out.

  I give a triumphant smile as Callum pumps in and out of me and takes us close to the edge.

  Tingles begin in my toes and work their way up my body. Coiling tighter and tighter when they reach the apex of my thighs. I thrash against him, seeking my climax. With one powerful thrust from Callum, I lose it.

  Nonsensical words fall from my lips. I’m screaming. I’m crying. I’m sobbing. I’m begging. My pussy muscles clasp his cock and refuse to release him.

  “Do you want me to come?”

  “Yes,” I cry. “Let me feel you.”

  Like a man possessed, he pumps his hips and buries his head in the crook of my neck. I dig my heels into his lower back, urging him to go as deep as he can. On a growl, he calls my name and even through the thin layer of latex, I feel his climax, and I orgasm for the second time. This time stronger than the last.

  “I love you.” My words are so low, they’re not even a whisper. There’s no way he heard them, but I had to say them to release them from my heart.

  Chapter Twelve

  Callum

  I scroll through my inbox not concentrating on any of the hundreds of emails that need my attention. The past seven days have been a wash all because of Aubree. Luckily, I’ve built a strong network of people who can get the job done, because every spare minute I've had has been spent with her. And the few times I haven’t been with her, thoughts of her fill my mind.

  My cell phone rings. I glance at the number. It’s blocked.

  “Hello.”

  “Stay away from Aubree Miller. You don’t know who or what you’re dealing with.”

  Whoever is on the other side of the line is using a voice distorter, and the only thing I can tell is it’s a man. Finding out more shouldn’t be an issue. All of my calls are recorded, and my technology department will make quick work of clearing the voice up.

  “Why should I stay away?” If the caller is trying to scare me, he won’t, but what he has done is pissed me off.

  “Stay away. You’ve been warned.”

  The caller hangs up before I get the chance to say anything else. I immediately call my technology department manager, Dan. “My last call was from a blocked number and the voice was distorted. Trace it and tell me what you find.”

  “On it,” Dan replies. “Give me a few hours.”

  “Thanks.”

  Why would anyone call me and tell me to stay away from Aubree? There are only a few people in our inner circle aware of our relationship—Nadine and James who I trust with my life. Ella, Aubree’s best friend, knows about us too, but she’s James’ new pet. If Aubree and James trust Ella, then by default, I trust her. William is a potential suspect, but I don’t think he’d have the stones to contact me.

  For now, I shrug it off. I have other things to think about, like Aubree coming over to my house tonight. She’ll be the first woman to step over the threshold in over five years.

  ****

  I uncork a bottle of red and leave it to breathe. Not since Rachel and I broke up, has a woman been here. When Rachel walked away with my heart and into the arms of a yoga instructor who saw himself as the second coming, I swore I would never invite another woman into my inner sanctum. Swore I would never let another woman get under my skin enough to invite her into my life. But that all changed the minute Aubree questioned me in the auditorium.

  I haven’t seen or heard from Rachel in years, but I keep tabs on her. The last report I’d received about her, said she was still in the commune living what she deems an authentic life. One free from the trappings of materialism and the modern world.

  It took me a long time to wish her well, but if the life she wants involves a man with multiple wives, then who am I to stand in her way. Time has softened the pain I felt over our split, but I still have issues trusting, and I pray the trust I put in Aubree isn’t a mistake.

  Simon is on his way with her, and she’ll arrive in less than ten minutes. I have plans for the evening. Many pleasures I intend to introduce her to.

  Since I took her virginity, we’ve had sex multiple times every day, and I’m slowly introducing her to my world. Never pushing her to do anything I don’t believe she's ready for. But tonight, I plan on going a step further.

  The doorbell rings and I buzz the front door open. Usually, nothing makes me nervous. I could talk down a terrorist intent on taking my life without breaking a sweat, but I’d be lying if I said butterflies weren’t bouncing around my stomach.

  Aubree walks in to the foyer where I now wait for her. Every time I see her, she gets even more beautiful. The dullness filling her eyes on the day we first met has vanished, and her face glows with satisfaction and happiness.

  “Your house is unbelievable,” she gushes.

  In her eyes, maybe it is, but I’m so used to it now, and it no longer holds the thrill it once did.

  “How many bedrooms?” she asks as she sits her purse on the hallway table and shrugs off her coat.

  “Twelve I think.”

  “Twelve?” She laughs and spins in a circle with her arms out wide. “You mean to tell me you don’t know how many bedrooms you have in your house? How many bathrooms?”

  I mentally calculate and can’t come up with a number, so I take a guess. “Twelve?”

  She laughs, the warm sound echoing around the foyer, and flings her arms around my neck. I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me.

  “How was work?” I ask, placing kisses long the column of her neck. Beneath the smell of the diner, her natural flowery scent peeks through.

  “The same as always—burned coffee and greasy meatloaf.”

  “You don’t need to work there.”

  “We’ve discussed this. I’m not going to give up my job. I’m not going to be a kept woman. I’ll always want to contribute even if that means pizza and beer.”

  If I get my way, and I will, by the end of the month, she’ll no longer work at the diner. Between the hours I work and the hours she’s at school and the diner, we don’t get nearly enough time together. As soon as the time is right, I’ll ask her to move in with me. Crashing at her friend’s house until she finds something else isn’t acceptable.

  I carry her into the kitchen and sit her on top of the counter.

  “Hungry?” I ask.

  “Starving.” She inhales deeply. “Something smells delicious. I didn’t know you could cook.”

  I quirk an eyebrow. “Do you really think I can cook?”

  “You’re full of surprises so maybe.”

  “I had my chef prepare dinner for us. Shrimp risotto.”

  “Can’t wait.”

  I grab the stems of two wineglasses, set them beside her and pour each of us a generous glass of wine.

  “Cheers.”

  She accepts the glass and clinks it against mine. “Wine isn’t my thing, but I’ll try. I’m not a big fan of alcohol because of my dad. What are we cheers-ing anyway?”

  “Us. It’s been a week since you showed how much you hate me, and you’re the first woman who’s been in my house for years.”

  She gives her had a slight bow. “I’m honored.” A smile plays on her lips, but I don’t miss the sincerity in her voice.

  Tenderness fills her eyes, and she reaches out for me. “You have no idea how much you inviting me here means.”

  “I do.”

  She takes a sip of wine, grimaces and holds it in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. “I guess it’s an acquired taste,” she says setting the glass down. “Why hasn’t a woman been here in years? I would’ve thought you’d have them hanging from the chandeliers.”

 
; The question is one I knew she’d ask—every woman would. Rachel and what had gone down between us isn’t something I talk about. Ever.

  When it all went down, I threw myself into work, but hiding my past from Aubree is pointless. Confiding in her about what happened doesn’t make me a lesser man.

  “The last woman who lived here was someone I would have killed for. But it wasn’t meant to be.”

  “She lived here? What happened?”

  I busy myself by setting the kitchen table for dinner. It’s either eat here or eat at the dining table which is big enough to seat twenty. I prefer the intimacy of the kitchen. “For months, she hinted she wasn’t happy with our life. Said the parties and the networking weren’t what she wanted. She became disillusioned with life. Took up yoga and began living an alternative lifestyle. Became a vegan, found spirituality and believed the universe could grant her wishes.”

  My mind goes back to her transformation from a fun-loving, charismatic woman to someone I didn’t know. Someone who’s unhappiness I couldn’t fix. And that was the killer—I couldn’t fix her. “I supported her choices, but when I found her in our bed with her personal yoga instructor...” I slam a plate down on the table. “I loved her but couldn’t give her the life she craved. She’s happy now.”

  Aubree comes to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “You keep in touch with her?”

  I shake my head run my hands up and down her arms. “There are no cell phones or electricity where she lives, but every now and again I have someone stop by the commune just to make sure she’s okay.”

  Her eyes darken and fall. “You still love her, don’t you?”

  I smile. “I don’t love her, but I care about her. I want to make sure no harm comes to her. I protect those I care about. No matter how the relationship ended, we were together for ten years. That’s a lot of history to walk away from.”

  “Ten years. Wow. Was she a sub?”