Sweet Seduction

by Anthology

  She worked his dick into her mouth, inch by inch. Each slow pass brought him closer and closer to the soft velvet at the back of her throat.

  Her tongue dragged over the underside of his cock and then rolled around lazily, tracing and exploring the lines of his erection. He allowed her to play for a moment. She gripped his cock with one soft hand, squeezing him tight while she worked his cockhead, suckling and teasing him until he couldn’t take another second.

  “Stop playing. I want to fuck your mouth.” His hand gently gripped her hair, forcing her to still. She went compliant, allowing him to force another inch of his cock inside. It still wasn’t enough. God, he couldn’t get enough of her. He might never be able to get enough of her.

  The silk of her hair played against his hand as he gently pulled on it. A low moan came from her throat, reverberating all over his dick. She liked it when he pulled her hair, never too much. He didn’t want to hurt her, merely sensitize her to his touch. Her scalp would light up a little when he tugged on her hair. He wanted every inch of her flesh alive and pulsing with pleasure. He needed to teach her that he was the man who could make her feel. He wanted to be that man because absolutely no other woman had ever made him feel the way Ally did.

  But now he wanted to concentrate on the drag of her tongue over his cock.

  She relaxed and let him thrust in and out of her mouth. Every moan she made tingled along his cock and brought him closer and closer to the edge. They’d played at D/s up to this point, but he was going to move them along. He wouldn’t want to squash her spirit. Her crazy, independent, gorgeous soul was the reason he loved her, but she needed someone who would watch out for her. Someone who would make sure she never lived in her car again or put herself in a position where she could get hurt. He would gently curb her self-destructive tendencies and she would bring him out of his self-imposed shell.

  He looked down on her, his cock taking over. He loved her. He loved her so fucking much. He was thirty years old and had been married for over a decade, but Allyson Jones was the first woman he’d ever loved.

  Another thrust brought him to the soft spot at the back of her throat. Ally swallowed around him and there was no fighting it anymore. His whole body stiffened as he came, pulsing streams into her sweet mouth.

  His submissive did as she’d been asked. She took it all. Ally swallowed everything he had to give her and she did it with her eyes up, staring at him like she couldn’t get enough.

  He’d intended this to be punishment. He’d intended to spank her, fuck her mouth and then make her wait until after dinner to get hers.

  She licked his cock one last time before sitting back. “Is Sir pleased?”

  It was the smile on her face that did it. That smile wasn’t a smirk or sarcasm. She was happy. She was happy to be with him, to make love with him. He’d put that smile on her face and it made him feel larger, more satisfied than anything he’d done before. With Allyson by his side, he could face what he needed to. He could move on because now he had a true partner.

  “Sir is madly in love with you.” He reached down and helped her stand, his mouth finding hers.

  Punishment could wait. He simply wanted her.

  ***

  Ally’s whole body came alive the minute he touched her. His tongue surged in and she wondered if he could taste his own salty essence on her tongue. She’d loved taking his cock in her mouth, adored how much pleasure she could bring to her big strong warrior.

  She wished they’d met long ago, wished she’d been the wife by his side when he was hurt. She would have done anything to help him through it. She would have eased the way.

  He drew back and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing that chest that always got her hot as hell. Macon was a work of art and a few tiny scars and the loss of most of one leg couldn’t change that fact. The imperfections in his body only made him more beautiful to her eyes. She ran her hands over the muscles of his chest, loving the feel of him. His chest was covered in a light dusting of hair. He was so masculine, so tough. His hands were callused and yet they could form the most delicate of confections. That was her Macon in a nutshell. He was a warrior who’d fought and almost died and now he brought joy to others with his art.

  “I love you, too, Sir. Macon. My Macon.” Being naked with him felt natural. She knew all of their friends were right outside the door. They likely knew exactly what was going on in this room, but Ally didn’t care. She wasn’t ashamed of what she did with Macon. She’d made plenty of mistakes in her life, but loving this man wasn’t one of them and she wouldn’t apologize for it. She’d learned a long time ago to take love where she could find. It turned up in unexpected places.

  “My Ally,” he said with a sure smile. She loved how confident he’d become with her. He slumped down into the big leather chair behind the desk, not bothering to pull up his slacks. His cock was still out and Ally could see it was already stirring back to life. He fished inside his pocket, struggling to pull out something. Condom. “I’m prepared to throw down whenever we can, baby. Come here and sit on my lap.”

  “I’ll get your pants messy.” Her female parts were in quite the state. The spanking he’d given her had been enough to get her wet and ready. Sucking him off had done not a thing to solve the problem. She could feel how soft and wet her pussy was.

  His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask you about the state of my clothes. I gave you an order.”

  And she knew when to comply. She sat right down on his lap, his cock jutting against her hip.

  His hands immediately went to her breasts, cupping them with a sigh. “That’s better. I think we can definitely move forward with our roles. When we’re intimate, I’m going to be in control. You’re going to obey me when we’re making love.”

  He leaned forward and pulled her nipple between his lips, giving her the bare edge of his teeth.

  The sensation seemed to sizzle through her veins, finding a path between her legs. Macon’s pants were definitely going to know she’d been there. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was pleasing him in that moment. Everything else could fall to the wayside.

  She didn’t have to worry about secrets or lies or anything else. She’d found that this was the gift D/s gave her. When Macon took over, she was wholly in the moment and nothing mattered but Macon’s needs. By pleasing her Sir, she would please herself. Yes, some people would take advantage of the delicacy of the relationship, but never Macon.

  “Yes, Macon.” She let her arms drift up around his shoulders, giving him free access to her body. In these moments, her body was his to do with as he wished. Lucky for her, his wishes always included blowing her mind with pleasure.

  He switched breasts, licking and tonguing her before sucking it into his mouth and nipping lightly. She shivered, the feeling utterly exquisite. That bite of pain so enhanced her pleasure. She sighed into the sensation, allowing it to flow across her.

  “That’s what I like to hear. Yes. I want all your yesses, Ally.” His hands roamed her body and there was no way to miss the possessiveness that lay behind each and every stroke. “Sanctum is reopening soon. I want you there with me.”

  Wherever he went, she would be with him. “Of course.”

  His hand came up to touch her throat. “I want to get you a collar. Nothing crazy, just a necklace that lets other people in the lifestyle know you’re mine.”

  “What about people outside the lifestyle?” She asked the question with a hint of teasing.

  “They’ll know because of the ring on your finger.”

  She sat up, her spine straightening. He couldn’t have said that. “Macon?”

  His hand went to her thigh. He tugged her into the position he wanted her. He hooked her legs over his, spreading them wide. She could feel the metal of his right leg holding her open, contrasting with the left, but she’d decided long ago that she adored every inch of Macon and she loved both his legs, flesh or metal. They were both a part of him. Her back was to his chest, her body spre
ad out for him.

  His hands moved along her body as though he couldn’t decide what part to focus on. Everywhere he touched her, warmth spread. “I know it’s soon, but I’m going to marry you, Allyson Jones. When you’re ready, we’ll go to Vegas and make a weekend of it, but you will come back with my ring on your finger. You’ll tell me when it’s time to go. Make sure, baby, because there won’t be any going back. This marriage is forever.”

  It was all she wanted with him. Forever. It was so selfish. Now was the time to tell him, but she couldn’t. She loved him too much to risk it. He never had to know that they’d started out under false pretenses. It was obvious Ronnie had never mentioned that his sister wasn’t his biological sibling or that she’d never shared a name with him. She’d always addressed Macon as Sarah Rowe since explaining her relationship would have taken up time and possibly given him a reason to reject speaking with her since she had no real legal standing.

  She didn’t have to tell him. He would never find out. It was only a little lie that no longer meant anything in the face of how she felt about him. She’d loved Ronnie and her mom, but the pastor had been right. Life was for the living. Ronnie was gone and nothing would bring him back. If the situation hurt Macon too much, he never had to talk about it. She trusted him.

  “Can we go on Monday?” They had Mondays off and she was certain if Chef Taggart knew what they were doing he would give them a few days. They could be back for Friday dinner service.

  His arms tightened around her. “Are you sure?”

  “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never felt this way. I want to be your wife, your sub, eventually the mother of your babies. I want it all, Macon.”

  His mouth was right against her ear. “I want it all, too. You should know though that I’m going back to school. There’s still a lot I don’t know. Sean’s agreed to let me take classes a couple of days a week. I want my certification. I want skins on the wall. I’m serious about this profession, but it means a lot of hard work for the next couple of years.”

  “I’ll support you. Whatever we have to do.” She would spend her time learning the business end. She’d always liked organizing things. Macon could be the artist and she would make everything else run. Maybe one day they’d have their own bakery. “It’s you and me.”

  They had so little between them. He’d lost everything and she’d never really had anything. So why did she suddenly feel so damn blessed?

  “That’s how I like it.” His hand slid down and it seemed to know exactly where it wanted to go this time. The pad of his finger circled her clit. Over and over and around and around. “Give me one. Come for me and then I’ll slide inside you and we’ll both come again. And then you’ll go out and sit down with our friends and they’ll all know I’ve had you, but that’s all right. It’s natural and right for me to have you. You belong to me. You’re my girl.”

  “And you belong to me.” He was right about that. It was natural. It certainly felt that way. No other man could melt her inhibitions and take her out of her own head the way he could. She was always thinking, always in motion. She’d been that way since she was a child, but things slowed down when she was with Macon. The world stilled and she could relax, giving over to him.

  “Yes, I do. I like being your man. Now give me what I want.” His finger ran over her clit, pressing with exactly the right amount of strength, and it wasn’t long before she was moaning and shoving up against his finger, trying to ride it. She could feel his cock hard against her back and she shivered in anticipation. She would have him inside her soon and she would be complete again. Being with Macon was addictive.

  He hit the perfect spot and her body was awash in sweet sensation.

  Even as she pulsed with the aftereffects, he was using those big muscled arms of his to move her around.

  “Turn around, baby. I want you to ride me.” He helped her up and then went to work on the condom. Her knees were weak, but it was a good feeling. She watched as he rolled the condom over his cock.

  After they were married she would get on birth control until they were ready for babies. She was going to have them. There was no doubt about that. She wanted a couple of mini-hims running around in the world. Tears struck her eyes as she thought about it. She could have a family again. She could build a life that was good for Macon and their kids. It was everything she’d ever longed for.

  “Baby.” His hand came out and he seemed to understand what her tears were about. He didn’t ask her if she was afraid or offer to stop. He guided her onto his lap, settling her down and sighing as she straddled him and started to lower herself. “I love you so much, Ally.”

  “I love you, too.” She worked her way down. Despite her arousal, he was still so big she had to move slowly to take him. This was what she needed always. This connection was her real home.

  She moved up and down, his hands circling her waist and helping to guide her. She held on tight, pressing her chest to his, her nipples rasping against that dusting of hair. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue taking her in a rhythm that matched his cock.

  Every movement brought her closer and closer to the edge, but she didn’t want it to stop. This was heaven. She surrounded herself with him, lost herself in his arms.

  She was getting married. Her and Macon against the world. That was what she’d thought it would be like if she ever found her other half. It would be her and her man against the rough cruel world, but even that had softened when she found Macon. She’d realized the world didn’t have to be so bad. She’d found this odd family and she belonged. The world was suddenly filled with possibilities.

  “My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he picked up the pace. He was lifting her with every thrust. “I bless the day you walked in here.”

  “Best day of my life.” She moved with him and before she was ready, her body was tightening, inner muscles clamping down to milk his cock.

  He shuddered and he held on to her as they both went reeling.

  She slumped forward, her body exhausted and her mind still for once.

  His arms wrapped around her and he held her close. “By this time next week, you’re going to be my wife.”

  She cuddled against him. “I will make sure to send your old one an announcement.”

  Thirty minutes later she’d ensured that Chef Taggart’s office was a model of cleanliness and perfect hygiene. Macon had an extra pair of pants in his gym bag so they were both back to looking somewhat respectable.

  She looked at the door Macon had gone out not ten minutes before. Once she opened it, everyone would know.

  Except they already knew. They would just know that she knew that they knew.

  Screw it. She marched right out. So what if everyone knew she’d made love to the hottest, nicest, most perfect man on the planet.

  The minute she walked out the cheering began. She blushed furiously because it seemed like the entire crew was waiting and they’d popped open some champagne.

  She looked over at Macon, who walked toward her with a glass in his hand. “You told.”

  He shrugged. “Deena said she was going to get her shotgun if I didn’t make an honest woman out of you.”

  “I did you a favor,” Deena said with a smile. “You shouldn’t let a man who makes you scream like that go.”

  “He makes pies like he makes love,” Big Tag said with a shake of his head. “Congratulations to both of you.”

  Chef Taggart was standing by his big brother. Sean’s wife had joined them. Grace was holding their daughter on her hip and she winked their way as her husband stepped up and held up a glass. “To our very first workplace romance to end happily. No, Javi, I’m not counting that socialite you banged in the restroom. She wasn’t an employee and the entire relationship only lasted through the first course.”

  Javier grinned. “But it was a good first course, boss.”

  Sean shook his head. “You guys are going to kill me. Let’s turn this dinner i
nto a celebration. To Macon and Ally.”

  “To Macon and Ally,” the group said in unison.

  “Or should we call you Sarah?” a dark voice interrupted.

  Adam Miles walked up from the back, his eyes going straight to hers.

  Macon’s brother knew everything. Her time as Ally was over.

  Chapter Eight

  Macon followed his brother into the kitchen, well aware that they were leaving a rather stunned audience in their wake. Ally’s hand was firmly in his grasp. He was afraid she would disappear if he didn’t keep hold of her.

  “Can we go outside? I would love to keep whatever scene is about to play out private,” he told his brother, who seemed to have gotten something stuck right up his ass since the last time he’d seen him. Ally had gone pale when Adam had called her Sarah.

  Who the hell was Sarah? Was Ally going by her middle name? He wouldn’t blame her. He often thought he could have saved himself years of “Macon Bacon” torture if he’d gone by Phillip. Why would Adam be so upset by a name?

  Adam nodded briefly and started for the door that led to the back.

  Ally tugged on his hand. “I think I should go.”

  He tugged right back. “You’re not going anywhere. Baby, whatever Adam’s pissed about, I’ll handle it. He can get overprotective at times. Don’t worry about it.”

  “I’m not being overprotective. I’m being exactly the right amount of protective,” Adam explained.

  Macon led Ally outside and let the door close. He was sure someone would likely try to snoop, but they would be hard pressed to hear them out here. This was a family matter. It looked like his brother had taken his role too seriously and found out about Ally’s past. Adam likely had been surprised to find out she had a dad in jail.