Nobody's Hero

by Kallypso Masters

  The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

  “But I will accept your sexual dominance over me and if I disobey in a scene, I'll accept the punishment. Just don't expect total obedience otherwise. We'll discuss and negotiate things we disagree on, like two adults. And, while I may sometimes play the little girl for my Dom in a role-play, I'm completely grown up. Just don’t confuse the two, Sir.”

  He grinned again and reached out to cup her breasts and gently squeeze them, avoiding the sensitive nipples. “Oh, I assure you, I don’t look at you as a little girl anymore. Nothing turns me on more than when the woman in you submits to me, whether for pleasure or discipline. Lucky for you, the school-girl fantasy never did anything for me. I’m not into Daddy Dom scening.” His eyes became steely blue. “But seeing you as my very own seductive harem-girl, having you play Nurse Karla for me, or just having this beautiful and seductive Goth singer luring me into her mighty net with her siren’s song are all the fantasies I hope to fulfill every day for the rest of our lives.”

  Oh that sounded so good. The rest of our lives.

  “You’re mine, kitten. Now, how long do you need to plan a wedding?”

  She pulled away from his arms. “An hour. We can be at the county courthouse in an hour.”

  Adam laughed aloud. “No, Karla. I don’t want you to have any regrets. I’ll give you two weeks from tomorrow. But that means we need to start home soon. I’m going to leave a letter for your parents explaining the things I intended to say to them when I asked for your hand.”

  He said when, not if. She smiled. He was so old-fashioned. She so wasn’t. Oh, she hoped he wasn’t looking for a satin-and-lace kind of wedding day, although she did intend to see him in his Marine uniform, at long last.

  “I hope we’ll have your parents’ blessing, but nothing they could say or do would ever keep me from marrying you. They’re just going to have to get on board the USS Montague, because we’re setting sail and heading into the sunset and there will be nothing but fair winds and smooth seas wherever we go.”

  Okay, up to a point, but smooth seas sounded a little too dull. “But I like it rough, Sir.” She reached down to cup his crotch and felt his erection, smiling at his pained expression.

  He grabbed her hand. “I said, not now, kitten.”

  Ka-thunk. Her nipples hardened and she found it hard to expand her lungs. She reached up and began unbuttoning his jacket and then his shirt.

  Adam grabbed her hands and stopped her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I’m going to take these clothes off you, Sir, and have my way with you.”

  He didn’t release her hands. “We’re not having sex, Karla. I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

  She stepped back and pointed her index finger at him. “Adam Montague, if you think for one minute I’m going to go seven months or more without sex, then I…I may have to resort to tying you to our bed to have my needs met.”

  His pupils dilated and she wondered if perhaps he wouldn’t enjoy that. Hmmm.

  “Don’t even think it, kitten. Now, get dressed. We need to get going. You have a wedding to plan. I don’t want you waddling down the aisle to me about ready to drop a baby in my lap.”

  Karla giggled at the image he conjured up and wondered what she’d look like nine months along. He swatted her bottom, which only made her more determined they weren’t leaving this house without having sex.

  “Wait for me in your room, Sir. I’ll be there in two shakes.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Adam sat on the bed and took the ring from his pocket. He’d run over to his mother’s not to get a ring, but to ask for the keys to Johnny and Kate Montague’s 1880s Deadwood cabin. There was no place he wanted to honeymoon with Karla than the cabin that had been such a happy place for him growing up.

  When he’d told his mother he was intending to get hitched, and had gotten her assurance she’d be in Denver for the ceremony, she’d gone to her jewelry box and pulled out the ring that his great-great-grandfather had given to his Irish bride all those years ago. Johnny had been much older than Kate, too—and they’d lived a long, happy life. He wanted the omen of longevity on his side. The ring might be pretty plain by today’s bigger-is-better standards, but it was steeped in love.

  Tradition had it that Johnny had mined the pink-tinted gold himself right there in the Black Hills and had the ring made for Kate by a local craftsman. Adam needed all the omens and luck he could get for as many years as possible together with Karla—and this baby and any other children they might be blessed with. But he’d learned with Joni there were no guarantees in life. They’d just have to grab life by the balls and...

  When he heard the bathroom door open, he pocketed the wedding ring again and turned toward the door, expecting to see her standing there, but she didn’t appear. Thinking she wanted him to carry her luggage downstairs, he picked up his seabag and walked into the bathroom, then tapped on the door to her room.

  “Open sesame.”

  He did as she bid him and there, lying on the bed on her side, dressed in the red harem-girl outfit she’d worn for him the other night was Karla, her face half covered in a veil and her left knee tented, revealing her long shapely legs and thighs and just a glimpse of her bare pussy. His dick rose to a full salute faster than he’d ever known it to before.

  What the…?

  “Karla, we have a long drive ahead of us.” His voice sounded as if she had him in a chokehold.

  “We have some unfinished business first.”

  “I told you I wasn’t…”

  Karla rose from the bed in one fluid motion, amazingly agile. Playing to music heard only in her head, she began to undulate her hips and belly as she made her way across the room toward him. She lifted the veil up over her head, holding it by both ends, then flung it behind his neck and drew his face down to hers, thrusting her tits toward him.

  “Karla…”

  Her lips brushed against his. She smiled. Damn her. How was he supposed to keep his head when she teased him like that? He managed to pull away, but his gaze lowered to her tits, barely covered in her beaded bra. She grabbed his forearm, whether to pull him toward her or keep him from running, he wasn’t sure. Fiddling with the end of the veil, she wrapped it around his wrist. His gaze went even lower, across her still-flattened abdomen to the flare and bumping of her bangled hips, which lured him into her net better than any sailor’s snare ever could. The red scarves that made up her skirt hid her charms again, thank God. He wasn’t going to indulge in his baser needs today.

  She pulled him by the wrist toward her twin bed. No, kitten. This isn’t going to happen. Karla was pregnant and he wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize the safety of this pregnancy. Joni said their stillborn son’s umbilical cord had formed a knot, probably when he’d done a somersault months before, the doctor had said, which had cut off the oxygen during delivery.

  Adam had always blamed himself for getting too rough with her during her seventh month, right before he’d left for Kuwait. No, sex in the later months would be strictly off limits. Even now, he didn’t want to risk it.

  So, why didn’t his feet get the message and stop following her? Karla continued to hold onto the veil he realized had been secured onto his wrist, then danced around him, twirling him until he felt the backs of his knees pressing against the mattress on her rack. When she pressed against his chest to try to get him to lie down, he stood his ground. Next thing he knew, she’d hooked his calf with her heel and ankle, much like she’d downed Julio, and he went tumbling backwards. The rack creaked and he was afraid they’d broken it.

  Damn. Why did the image of sparring playfully with Karla—after the baby was born, of course—turn him on so much? They’d enjoyed that at the martial-arts center last month, for sure.

  Before he could recover from the loss of his equilibrium—and maybe his mind—she tugged his arm toward the headboard, continuing to shake her hips in a delightful way before his
eyes. Everything dimmed to the background and all he could focus on were her hips moving that way, her tits, her sexy body. But when he reached for her breasts, he found that only one of his arms obeyed.

  What the f…?

  Looking up at the headboard, he discovered his left wrist had been skillfully restrained to a knob on the post by her veil. Hell, he’d been outflanked.

  “Karla, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “Pleasing my Master.”

  She smiled her seductive, all-woman smile and shimmied her tits toward him. His dick grew harder. She reached out to unbuckle his belt and undo the buttons at the fly of his jeans.

  “Karla…”

  “Yes, Master?”

  “Remember what happened the last time you disobeyed? You will be disciplined for this—just as soon as you let me go.”

  “Is that a promise, Master?”

  His dick sprang from the opening of his fly and into her hot little hands. Oh, she’d better believe it was a promise. But if she enjoyed orgasm torture so much, maybe he needed to use something a little less desired. He may only have his hands and his belt on him, but either would deliver what she needed in the form of punishment for daring to restrain him like this.

  Her hands cupped his balls and she lowered her mouth to his dick, which bobbed in greeting as her tongue encircled the head. Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. He wasn’t going to be able to stand much of this before he embarrassed himself.

  “Release my arm, Karla. Now.”

  She didn’t remove her lips from his throbbing dick right away, but met his gaze and smiled in the most seductive way before she hand-fisted him as her mouth let go of him with a plop. “Yes, Master. I’ll be happy to help you find release.”

  “You’re not going to be able to sit for the drive to Denver when my belt gets finished with your ass.”

  She sobered at the mention of his belt. Good. If she’d release him now, he’d go easy on her.

  “No buckles, Sir.”

  Damn you, woman! “You won’t be in a position to determine which end I use on you, kitten.” Of course, he’d never use the buckle on her delicate skin. And would only use enough force to make her bottom pink—maybe add a few temporary stripes. But she didn’t need to know that. Maybe fear of the buckle would finally get her to obey him.

  Hardly. She tilted her chin up in a delightful show of defiance. “I’ll take that chance. I’ve missed you too much, Sir.” Her hand tightened around his shaft as she stroked the length of him.

  Oh, hell. Who was he kidding? How could he deny her what they both wanted? Maybe if he didn’t go in for the rough stuff, he wouldn’t hurt the baby. It was still so tiny at this point and he had months to go before he’d have to swear off sex with his little tiger. But, restrained or not, he was still her Dom.

  “Straddle me, kitten.”

  She grinned. “I thought you’d never ask, Sir.”

  With his free hand, he reached up to help her mount him.

  Karla parted her skirt, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy-white mound, and lowered herself onto his rod. As her tight, wet warmth enveloped him, inch by slippery inch, he realized with Karla he’d never know what to expect. Life would no longer be dull and predictable, as it had been until she’d shown up on the stage at his club. Thank God. She’d brought him back to life.

  He may not know up from down—or top from bottom, he thought, as he gripped the veil tying his wrist to her rack—but with Karla at his side loving him, as long as he lived, he’d know he loved her, and would make sure she knew it, too.

  Now and forever.

  * * *

  Karla looked down at Adam, smiling up at her. For the first time since she’d stood in her apartment in New York and made up her mind to find Adam, she was at peace. Her world without Ian in it had righted itself. If they had a boy, she was certain Adam would agree to name him Ian.

  Adam’s hips bucked up and she smiled, realizing she’d lost her focus for a minute, but he commanded her attention once more. She seated herself on him fully, the bangles on her bra shimmying as she pumped up and down on his penis. So full. But something was missing. She needed…

  “Remove the bra.”

  Her clit zinged. Oh, yes, she needed Adam to control her again. Succeeding at tying him to the bed was exhilarating and she loved the sense of power, but the sex wouldn’t be nearly as powerful as when he was in charge. She reached both hands behind her and released the hooks and slid the beaded garment off. Her breasts felt swollen, bigger than they’d been just a month ago. She enjoyed the size, but they were so damned tender now. The thought of his putting nipple clamps on her would probably send her howling like a cat in heat.

  With his free hand, he reached up and pinched her nipple. The exquisite pain sent another zing to her clit. Or maybe not. Karla reached up and pulled on the loose knot in the veil until she’d released his wrist. Adam wasted no time reversing their positions, although she could tell he was holding back as he thrust his penis inside her, pulled back, then entered her again.

  More. Why didn’t he take her the way he had before? “Harder, Master.” She reached up and pulled his hair, hoping he’d know she needed that, too.

  He stopped and looked conflicted for a moment, but when she thrust her hips up at him, he took her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, then plunged his tongue into her open mouth. Yes! This was what she needed. Her Adam.

  He pulled his mouth and penis from her at the same time and cupped her breast as he slid down her body to suckle on her ultra-sensitive nipple and nipping her areola. “Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop!” Her hands gripped the sides of his head, holding him in place.

  He growled and removed his mouth. “Hands above your head.”

  She obeyed and he trailed tiny bites and kisses along her abdomen, where he stopped for a moment and placed a reverent kiss over her lower abdomen, before he continued his carnal exploration. She opened for him as he reached her mons, no longer worried he might not like kissing her pussy. She needed his lips and tongue on her. She needed release.

  His thumbs spread open her cleft and his tongue teased the sides and top of her hood, carefully avoiding her clit, even when she thrust her hips upward.

  “Lie still.”

  His command elicited a groan from her, but she grabbed onto the pillow above her and held on, willing her hips to remain still, too. Easier said than done. She needed to move. She needed him moving inside her.

  “Take me, Master! Now!

  He stopped and she looked down to find him scowling at her. “I’m on top now, kitten. Don’t forget your place again.”

  Ka-thunk.

  “No, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bad li’l kitten.” She stuck her lower lip out.

  He groaned and abandoned her pussy to stretch out over her again. “Brace yourself, kitten.”

  She held onto the pillow in an iron grip and he rammed himself into her to the hilt. “Oh, God! Thank you, Sir!” Again and again, he battered against her pubic bone. She knew she’d have bruises tomorrow, but didn’t care. She wanted him to take her and take her roughly. The way they both loved it.

  His finger slid between their bodies and stroked her erect clit. “Come with me, li’l kitten.”

  “Yes, Master…oh, yes, Adam!”

  Always.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Karla leaned over the banister and saw several Marines in dress blues, their headgear and gloves tucked under their arms chatting with Rosa, Teresa, and José. Marc’s foyer and downstairs was filled to capacity with all those who loved her and Adam.

  Her parents stood nearby talking with Adam’s mother, and Patrick and Megan Gallagher. She was so happy everyone had hit it off when they’d gone out to dinner last night. Karla really liked the Gallaghers and hoped Adam would get a chance to get to know them better. Daddy looked up and winked at her and she smiled back. She hadn’t really prepared anyone for what to expect today, least of all Adam. />
  She heard the guitar intro of “Your Guardian Angel” playing, knowing it wouldn’t be long now. They had been guardians for each other and would continue to do so for the rest of their lives. Only now they’d have a baby to guard over together, too. Her hand rested on the sheer fabric covering her lower abdomen. Unbelievable.

  She stepped away from the railing, knowing that was the second-to-last song on her playlist before she would go down the stairway and become a part of Adam’s life forever. The last two weeks had been like a dream and a nightmare combined as she’d made the whirlwind arrangements for this day that would join her and Adam together for the rest of their lives.

  Don’t puke, Kitty.

  Her mom said the nausea had only lasted until about the third month for both of her pregnancies. That meant she wasn't even halfway there, but couldn't wait until she could start enjoying the “glow” and natural high pregnant women were supposed to experience. Her mom said she’d noticed the glow at the Thanksgiving table, but Karla couldn’t imagine what she’d been looking at. Glowing didn’t describe what she’d been feeling that day.

  So far, so good today, though. She’d thrown up first thing this morning, as usual, but had kept her yogurt-slathered pancakes down and was now looking forward to enjoying all the great-smelling food Angie had prepared for the reception. And the cake! Oh my God! While Angie wasn’t a pastry chef, she had a friend from school who was and he’d made the most beautiful three-tiered wedding cake for them.

  Everything had come together so perfectly, considering the short a notice they’d given everyone. She turned to Cassie, dressed in a white Peruvian lace blouse and peasant skirt, red ribbons streaming from her beautiful brown hair. “You’re sure about this, Kitty?”

  Cassie had arrived last night, too, and they’d stayed up half the night talking, most of the time with Karla trying to convince Cassie that Adam was right for her. “Oh, Cassie, I hope you’ll get to know him better. I’ve never known anyone better suited for me than Adam. I love him with all my heart.” Karla stroked her friend’s soft cheek. “I hope you’ll find your Adam someday, too.”