by Tawny Taylor
She wiped her face again and sat up. “Oh, God, how embarrassing.”
He ran a knuckle up the side of her cheek. “No, Rin. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I’m grateful to have witnessed it.” He brushed his mouth across hers, and it felt like an electric jolt jumped between their bodies. He looked deeply into her eyes now, and for the first time, she felt as if his defenses had crumbled. He was as vulnerable as she. “Please let me make love to you.”
“Yes.” She started to climb onto him, but he stopped her with a soft touch on her shoulder.
“No, not here. Home. In my bed.”
His bed.
Still a little unsteady after her first real experience in the dungeon, as well as emotionally all over the place, she swallowed a little sob and nodded. “I’d like that very much.” Her bottom burned as she put her gown back on, the smooth material chafing it just enough to make her breathe a little sharply and smile as the memory of those wonderfully intense moments played through her mind. Her head felt a little foggy still, but it was a pleasant feeling. Overall, she felt a lot like she did after a really long, hard cry—but without the inevitable migraine afterward. It was as if she’d emotionally purged her soul.
That had to be what made people come back, over and over. That sense of being at peace. Her mind seemed to be working slower. The tension was gone. And she was content to simply be. To live. In this moment. With Drako holding her hand, sweetly.
Out they went, into the evening. Across the parking lot to the car. Drako asked her several times if she was feeling okay as he drove them home.
She was. Better than okay.
A mile or two from home, he stopped asking.
She heard voices as they entered the house. Male voices. And one female. Lei was talking to Drako’s brothers, laughing. The sound made Rin’s heart soar. They’d all endured months of pain after the attack. Rin, as well as both Talen and Malek, had gone through emergency surgery and rehab afterward. Drako’s brothers were still recovering. Their injuries had been more serious than hers. And although Lei had been spared the trauma of a physical injury, she’d still suffered. She’d been in too delicate a condition to handle almost losing Rin. They’d all had to adjust to a new life, with new names and a new home. In one way, it was good leaving the past behind and moving on. In another, it was surprisingly difficult.
It was good to hear her laughing, to hear them all laughing. Finally, it seemed things were getting back to normal, that the horror of that awful time was behind them.
She smiled at Drako, slipped her hand in his, and followed him down the hallway, past her room and Lei’s. Past Talen’s room. Malek’s. They stopped at Drako’s closed door. He swept her up into his arms, pushed open the door.
“I never carried you over the threshold. What kind of husband am I?” he joked as he set her gently on a bed big enough to fit a small village.
“You’re the very best kind of husband.” Her bottom burned as her weight settled on the mattress. Her gown gently chafed the warm flesh as she leaned back, letting the pillows and headboard support her upper body.
He stood there for a handful of heartbeats, just looking at her as if she was the most incredible, miraculous thing he’d ever laid eyes on. “No, I haven’t been the best husband, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to do better. I did.” His sigh was heavy and full of regret. “No excuses. I don’t deserve you.” He lifted an index finger and a tiny yellow flame flickered on its tip. He used it to light the candle on his nightstand. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this.” He blew out his finger. “I wish I knew how it works. At least I’m getting a little better at controlling it.”
“That’s good to hear. Accidentally igniting the curtains once is more than enough.” Laughing, she extended her arms to him, took his hands in hers, and pulled until he was sitting next to her. He was facing her, his ass next to her knees, a hand flattened on the mattress, on the opposite side of her legs, trapping them. “Now, to get back to what we were talking about. You most definitely deserve me.” She hooked her hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a little kiss. “You’re my hero. You saved my life. My sister’s. I understand what it means to be bound by duty. Of all people, you must know I get it.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her chin and nose. Finally, he kissed her mouth, and it was like no kiss she’d ever experienced before. It started a little shy and uncertain, which surprised her, but in the span of a few shaky breaths, it changed, turning desperate and full of raw need. His hands, trembling, started at her face but gradually moved down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her arms. His fingertips traced tingling lines as they traveled over her skin. When he broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I love you, Rin. More than life itself. And I promise I won’t let a day go by without showing you how lucky I am to have you as my wife.”
This moment was almost too sweet to feel real. She cupped his cheek and dragged her thumb across his cheekbone. She had no doubt she’d ever grow weary of gazing upon this face. Even when his strong jaw softened and his skin grew creased, the dark stubble and eyebrows turned from deep brown to gray and then white.
She helped Drako out of his clothes, each garment removed revealing more of his beautiful body. When he was nude, he lay back and let her explore, with hands, lips, tongue. She flicked her tongue over his hard little nipples, tickled the sensitive skin on the inside of his upper arms and along his rib cage with light touches, kissed a path from the center of his chest down to his hard cock, jutting out and tempting her with a droplet of precum on the tip.
Just as she was about to lower her mouth, to swipe that tempting pearl of moisture with her tongue, he shuddered and whispered, “Please, Rin. I can’t wait another minute.”
She could appreciate the hunger and desperation she heard in his voice. She’d been in those shoes once or twice. But where he’d been cruel—in a strictly good sense—she would be kind. She didn’t have the patience, the stamina, or the discipline to make either of them wait.
“You, my dear, are lucky. I can’t wait either.” It didn’t take much effort to get herself out of her dress, especially with Drako aiding her. Once she was nude, he forced her onto her back by crawling on top of her, raining dozens of kisses all over her stomach, chest, neck, face. His hands skimmed along her rib cage, the touch so soft it felt like a warm summer breeze.
Their mouths met again, tongues stroked and caressed, lips tormented, breath mingled. Drako was absolutely intoxicating, addicting. Rin just knew she would cry out when he took that sweet mouth from her. And his touch, which was growing bolder with every heavy beat of her heart. What were once soft, tickling brushes of his fingertips became firmer caresses and then hard possession. His fingers curled around her wrists, locking tightly. He lifted her hands up over her head, like he so loved to do, and murmured against her mouth, “Don’t move.”
She was quite happy to oblige him, even when he snatched those delicious lips away from hers. Down, they traveled, accompanied by tongue and teeth, along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, between her breasts. He pinched her nipples, both of them, applying just the right amount of pressure. Sharp little blades of pleasure-pain shot through her chest. As they zipped down her body, the pain lessened, the pleasure increased. And by the time the sensations reached her pussy, they were 100 percent glorious delight.
Beneath her husband’s touch, she squirmed but she didn’t move her arms. Not even when he pulled a nipple into his mouth, alternating hard suckling with tiny nips with his teeth.
The man knew exactly how to drive her crazy, and she was so thankful. But there was a problem, one that was growing more urgent with every lick and nip. Her pussy was clenching, achingly empty. Wet and hot, and when would he drive that cock into her and stroke away that throbbing need?
It seemed, as he moved to the left nipple to lavish it with the same attention he’d paid
the right, that he’d turned the tables on her. Now she was hot and tight all over, trembling and gasping for breath.
“Drako,” she whispered.
He answered with a kiss on her stomach and a rough “Mmmmmm” that sent a shudder quaking up and down her spine. “You’re more delicious than any dessert.” He moved lower still, kissing her belly button, the sensitive skin of her lower stomach, her freshly shaved mound. He audibly inhaled. “And smell better than the most exquisite flower.” A fingertip slipped between her nether lips, more torment.
She arched her back, then rocked her hips forward, powerless to stop the movement, timed perfectly with the thumping of her heartbeat and the throbbing of her pussy. When he finally filled her, she was going to rocket to the stars.
“I bought something special for tonight,” he said, sounding so casual, so in control, his finger gliding toward her anus and then up to circle her clit.
“What did you buy?” Her voice was breathy and soft. She was having a hard time filling her lungs. “I just want you to fuck me. Now.”
“No, you don’t.” He sat up. “Don’t move.”
She started to clench her thighs, desperate to do something to relieve the aching between them.
“No.” He pulled her knees apart and pushed them back, exposing her to his hungry gaze. The look in his eye only made her more desperate. “Don’t move. Not even a toe.” He shook his head, moistened his lips with his tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful and I love you so much.” He went to the nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled something out, wrapped in plastic. He held it to her so she could see. “Do you know what this is?”
She did. She nodded.
“Have you ever used a butt plug before?”
“No.”
“I guessed as much.” He pointed to the narrow, tapered end. “This is for a beginner, but it’ll feel good. I promise.”
She believed him.
He sat beside her, a tube of lubricant in one hand, the little pink rubber toy in the other. “Trust me.”
How could she not, considering everything they’d been through? “Of course, I do.”
He squeezed some of the lube onto a fingertip and teased her pussy first, tracing a circle around the opening. He bent down and flicked his tongue over her clit a few times until she was shaking. He slipped a finger inside her vagina and she practically came. “Mmmm,” he said, smiling at her. “You’re so hot and tight and wet. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“I can’t wait either.”
“Soon, baby. You’re not ready yet.”
She didn’t think she could get any more ready.
Evidently reading the signs her body was sending, her erect nipples, flushed skin, shallow breaths, and trembling muscles, he warned her, “Don’t come yet. Wait. You’ll be glad you did.”
Did he know what he was asking? “Are you sure this isn’t revenge for what I did to you?”
“Of course not. What you did was for me. My pleasure. My benefit. And what I’m about to do is for you.”
“Okay, I’ll try.” She didn’t sound committed. He gave her a hard look and immediately stopped what he was doing, letting her know, without any doubt, that trying wouldn’t be good enough. Of course, he’d made her so hot, so desperate, she’d promise the moon if she thought it would make him happy, so she amended her response. “Okay. I won’t come. But you’d better help me out a little. I’m weak.”
“I’ll help you.” As if he wished to illustrate exactly what he meant by that promise, he pushed two fingers into her pussy.
She wanted to claw his shoulders, to dig her fingernails into his skin and make him pay for that. An eye for an eye, as they say. But she knew he was far more wicked than she, much more devious. And any punishment she doled out would come back to her, only ten times worse. So, instead, she bit back a curse, clamped her jaw tight, and tried to think about something that wasn’t sexy. Naturally, the only thing that came to mind was that glorious face of his, the glitter of erotic hunger in his eyes, the way his lips curled into a naughty semismile when he looked at her.
Her brain was on his team.
Against her will, her pussy tightened around those fingers, increasing the sensation as he slowly fucked her with them.
Her pussy was on his team too.
A slick fingertip moved toward her anus, ringed around it a few times, coating her with warm lube. She squeezed her eyelids tightly, wove her fingers together, and prayed she wouldn’t come. If she lost control, he would put her through hell—a carnal hell where she’d be denied satisfaction for God only knew how long.
God, she loved this man!
As he applied the slightest pressure, her anus puckered tightly, resisting the invasion.
“Relax, baby.” He stopped tormenting her pussy and only touched her ass. That helped a little. Not much. She still couldn’t seem to relax enough so he could slide his finger inside. “Take a few slow, deep breaths.”
She did exactly as he suggested. Once, twice, a third time. Okay, now maybe she could relax. He pressed. She tightened up all over.
Maybe not.
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You have to trust me. I’ll go slowly, just like I did in the dungeon. You liked what happened there, didn’t you?”
He didn’t need to hear her answer; he knew exactly how much she’d liked it. But she answered anyway, “Yesyesyes.”
“Focus.”
She concentrated and planned for his touch, anticipating it like she did the blinding light of a camera’s flash. She tightened her anus before he touched her and then, the second she felt his finger again, released the tension. The tip of his finger slipped past the ring of muscle just before it closed up again, this time around his finger.
The sensation was out of this world hot. And then he started pushing it deeper, and a blaze erupted in her pussy. She clawed at the headboard and fought to breathe through the ecstasy, fighting to cling to a thread of control so thin she didn’t know if it would snap.
She was losing the battle. A rush of heat rippled out from her center and the tingling start of an orgasm gathered between her legs. Drako’s finger slipped out at the exact moment when she was sure she was going to come.
She released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Ohmygod.”
“Good?”
“That’s an understatement.”
“You’re going to enjoy what I have planned for you.”
She had no doubt.
“First, I need to help you settle down a little.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed her forehead, which felt like it was blistering hot. “On your stomach. I’m going to rub your back, help you relax.”
If she didn’t know better, she’d swear Drako was a figment of her imagination. He was too wonderful to be real, and for the briefest moment—not long enough to ruin the mood—she wondered if some other horrific secret would come up and destroy everything they’d fought for since they were married. She shoved that toxic thought aside and relaxed her arms and shoulders as he swung a knee over her and began working on a couple of hard knots at the base of her neck.
“Drako, I thought the submissive was supposed to serve the dom.”
“Actually, what I define as ‘serve’ may be different from other doms.” He placed a kiss at her nape, and she shivered. Goose bumps prickled all over her back and shoulders. “You don’t think you’re serving me?”
“Sort of. But you’re the one who’s rubbing my shoulders, not the other way around.”
“True. But I’m setting the pace. I’m controlling everything in this situation by manipulating your body. The massage is just another tool. It helps you relax your muscles, slows your heart rate and breathing. The tools of D/s don’t have to be sex toys.”
“I understand now.”
Moving lower, he worked a couple more hard knots out of her muscles, on either side of her spine. After he was finished, he dr
agged his hands up and down her back. She felt like a queen. A very relaxed, satisfied queen. With a hot consort who knew her body better than she did.
“Now, you’re ready.”
“For what?” she asked, having more than a good idea what the answer would be.
“For me.” He helped her up onto her hands and knees and settled behind her. He entered her slowly, filled her completely, and the muscles he’d worked so hard to soften tightened up again. But she could understand now why he’d taken the time. The change was exquisite, sending a wave of warmth rippling through her body.
He moved in and out, his intimate strokes hitting just the right spot. He kept the pace easy, building her need back to the level where it had been before gradually. She closed her eyes, tossed her head back and rocked back and forth, taking him deeply, fully appreciating every stroke as they sent bigger and bigger waves of carnal need surging through her.
This time, he’d let her come . . . she hoped. She was getting closer. Trembling, tight. She curled her fingers, clenching the sheets that smelled so sweet, like Drako, closed her eyes, and prayed he’d let her come.
He stopped. His cock slipped out of her pussy.
She whimpered.
“You’re going to thank me for this. I promise, Rin. You’ve been so good, baby. You deserve this. You’ve deserved it since the first night we fucked.” He parted her ass cheeks with his fingers, licked her anus, her pussy, her clit. “Relax, baby. I’m going to insert the plug.”
She did what she’d done earlier, clenching her ass and releasing it the moment she felt the tip of the plug pushing its way in. It slipped in, glided into place. A giant tidal wave of need practically knocked her over.
Drako pressed on her shoulders, encouraging her to drop her chest down until it rested on the mattress. His cock slid home, and Rin saw stars.
A cock filling her pussy. The plug filling her ass. It wouldn’t be long, a few strokes, maybe, and she’d lose all control.
She gasped. “Drako. Come. Please.”
“I am. Right now.” He dug his fingers into her hips. She felt his cock getting thicker as his cum surged down its length.