He’d softened quite a bit, too, since becoming a father, and it was all in a good way. I’d been in love with him for years, since even before Sophie was born, but he’d changed in that time quite a bit.
I loved him now more than ever, though, and it felt like every day I just fell in love with him more. Each moment I thought I must have reached the top level of loving him, but the next moment I proved myself wrong by loving him more.
With how independent I’d always tried to be, it was still sometimes a bit strange for me, but I had never—not even once—regretted staying with him after everything had come out between us.
Smiling, I settled into bed beside him and we started to eat breakfast together.
“Where are the kids?” he finally thought to ask, and I smirked a little bit at him. Sex was never far from his mind, but to be fair, it wasn’t exactly something I tended to avoid thinking about either. “I keep expecting Sophie to show up, summoned by the food.”
I laughed softly, because it was accurate. It seemed like our lovely daughter only wanted to belong to someone else, and as soon as either of us fixed a treat for ourselves, she would be right there.
“Hmm, Mr. Black,” I purred, deliberately flirtatious. “Is there a reason you want to know where the kids are? Like do you, perhaps, have intentions which aren’t entirely honorable toward their mother?”
Shooting him a broad wink to let him know I was joking, though I knew he already knew it, I finished my breakfast and snuggled close to him, my head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart.
I heard the rumble of his laughter in his chest, too, and felt the flex of his muscles as he moved the breakfast things aside, off of himself. I wasn’t entirely surprised when he pulled me onto his lap instead.
“I’m your husband,” he murmured, his hands resting on the curve of my hips as he pulled me closer to him. “I assure you, everything I want to do to you is completely honorable, because you’re my wife.”
The rapport between us was so easy. After so many years together we knew each other so well, and I laughed softly as I rested my forehead against his and looked into his beautiful, dark eyes.
They had looked so mysterious to me once. Not anymore. I saw the warmth, the love, and the smoldering arousal that was ready to burst into full flame with the slightest provocation. Those eyes were beautiful, yes, but not enigmatic. Not anymore.
“So, seriously, Kaye, where are they? I need to know how loud we can be,” he murmured, and I grinned at him. Honestly, I’d been hoping for just this reaction, and I teased him just a little bit more.
“Why, Mr. Black!” I pretended to be shocked, though we both knew I wasn’t. His desire didn’t shock me. It more thrilled me than anything else.
“Damn it, woman,” he growled as he slapped me lightly on the ass, just enough to sting a little bit—not too loudly or too hard. “Tell me where our children are so I know how much I can make you scream.”
The tiny little bit of pain from that spanking was enough to make me squirm with delight. It had been awhile since he’d gotten a little bit rough with me, though we added some light kink to our sex life from time to time. It seemed he was in the mood to make it happen, and I felt myself grow wet and ready just from the thought.
“The kids are gone. They’re on a playdate,” I assured him, my voice strange and breathless. The vibrations of that spanking, as brief and light as it had been, were enough to make me ache for him.
“Good,” he whispered, and then he suddenly pushed me off of him and onto the bed. Without hesitation, he pinned me down onto it, gathering both of my wrists into one of his big hands and holding me tightly as he slipped on top of me.
Part of me wanted, more than anything else, for him to just slip inside of me and take me right then and there. I knew I would love it. I knew he would make it good. My body clenched, wanting to be connected to him.
When I saw the devilish glint in his eye, though, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t going to get what I wanted so easily. He was in a playful mood, and I was in for a bit of a rough time.
“Do you remember our safeword?” he asked, and it was then I knew for sure. This was going to go beyond just holding me down as he took me, and I clenched my legs together tightly, moaning as I thought about all the things he might do to me.
It had been too long.
“I remember,” I whispered, and he kissed me again, but this time, it was slow and thorough. It was still deeply intense, though, and by the time he pulled away again, my whole body was tingling, then pulsing, with the burn of desire.
“Good. Roll over,” he murmured, and I smirked to myself as he let me up. I should tease him, I thought, but I couldn’t do it. Something about the tone of his voice, which had changed, getting darker and more dominant, made it impossible for me to deny him in any way.
So I rolled over, baring my back and my ass to him. Vulnerable, I tried to look over my shoulder, only for him to bring out a soft, black strip of cloth to tie over my eyes. Soon, my sight was completely cut off and the feeling of intense vulnerability increased.
He had only robbed me of my eyesight once before, almost five years ago. At the time, Brent had been there, too, and it had been during the time in which David had still been trying to convince himself he could resist falling in love with me in order to get all of my money.
Remembering that time, I had to think I was in for even more of an intense experience than I had thought.
Maybe it should have been scary, given how things had been the last time we’d done something like this. It was only in that moment I realized just how much I did trust my husband and how thoroughly he had been forgiven, because it didn’t freak me out at all.
I loved him, yes, but then, I’d loved him all along. I also trusted him. I had known my trust was growing back, but I hadn’t realized just how fully I would put myself in his hands until that moment.
He was waiting for me to make some reaction, I realized, before he did anything else. He, too, had to know what he was doing and he must have memories of his own. David, the sweetheart, just wanted to make sure I was comfortable before he would feel good about continuing on with anything else.
As the moments stretched on, I became more convinced I was right. David touched me, but only lightly, his fingertips caressing over the smooth, sensitive skin of my ass, and I thought he would wait forever for me to make some sort of sign indicating whether he should stop or continue.
It only made me trust him more and fall even more deeply in love with him. There was really no doubt about what message I would give him, and I pressed my hips up toward the hand that had so far only teased me.
“Please,” I whispered. It was pretty clear, I thought, and he seemed to agree. I could sense his pleasure, even with my eyes being covered, and as soon as I said the one word, I could feel the rustle of his movements.
First, he slid off the little pair of panties that I had put on with the teddy, and raised the skirt up so my ass was bare. The warm air of the room hit my skin, making it exquisitely sensitive and inciting a low moan.
The first time, well, it had been the first time I’d ever had anything like that happen. I’d been nervous—terrified even. Not this time. I knew more what to expect, and I looked forward to the daze of pleasure I knew he could give me.
“David, please,” I repeated, and I felt him move away. It briefly confused me, but then he was back and I felt the kiss of leather over my body and down my back as he drew what was obviously a flogger over me.
Moaning, I let myself fall into it. The sensation wasn’t quite pain, but could have been with slightly more force. I was soon pushing my hips up to meet each stroke of the flogger, and I heard David’s slightly sinister laughter as I rocked my body toward him.
“Mmm, my pretty girl,” he murmured, and we both knew it was true. I was his with everything in me, but I knew he also belonged to me.
The flogger stopped and I found myself actually w
himpering with protest. Once more, I heard David step away, but he was back a few seconds later, adjusting my body, drawing my hands up to the head of the bed, and cuffing me there.
He was tying me up. Restraining me. And all I could think about was how perfect it was—how I wanted to be completely and utterly helpless for him. The thought made me moan, shiver, and tug at the bonds—not to try to get, away but just to prove to myself I couldn’t.
Soft, silken rope wrapped around my ankles, spreading my legs wide as he attached one foot to each bottom corner of the bed. I was completely restrained, and even when I squirmed, I could barely move at all.
“Now you’re really mine,” he whispered, and no one else in the world could say such a thing to me. If anyone had tried—if anyone had even suggested they would tie me up like this—I would have screamed bloody murder.
With him, though, I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of it. I tugged harder, twisting my wrists and my ankles, and delighting in my helplessness.
“David,” I moaned, the juices of desire running down my thighs. My husband got me going pretty easily, but I could swear I had never been so desperate for him, or anyone, in my entire life. I clenched my thighs tightly, trying to give my eager pussy some stimulation.
He touched me, but with his hand this time, not the flogger. The sound of the loud spank echoed through the room, as did my gasp of delight. Again, he hit me, and I moaned this time, pushing my ass up as close to his hand as my bonds allowed me.
The blindfold made it impossible to see anything, so I had to focus on the sting and on the warmth which radiated through my ass, instead of what I could see. It made it all so much more vivid, so real, and I slipped into it without effort.
I was already into it when I felt the touch of fingers as they glided over my sopping wet pussy lips.
David stopped spanking me so he could grope me instead, and my legs were flung so wide open and held there that he could easily find my clit and rub his fingers over it.
As worked up as I was, pleasure started to build inside me quite quickly. Just as I was gasping and moaning, about to be flung over the edge, he withdrew his hand and started to spank me again.
Over and over again, he tormented me. He would get me so close, and each time, I would be positive it would be the time he finally gave me what I needed. Each time, he took his hand away right when I was just at the point of no return, and I actually started to hurt with need to come.
“David, God, David, please.” I heard the sound of my voice without being aware I was going to speak at all. It was as though the arousal had taken my whole body over and I had no control anymore. David had all the control, and it only made me want and need him more.
“What do you need, pretty girl?” David whispered, and he pushed a finger inside my needy channel, fucking me slowly with it. It was good, so damn good, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. “Tell me what you need from me. Beg for it. Beg me for what you want. Desire. Crave.”
Normally, maybe such a thing would have been degrading to a woman. Not with fire racing through my veins, though, and I whimpered and tried to find the right words—the ones which would have me filled by something much bigger and thicker than the finger he slowly fucked me with as he kept spanking me.
“Say it,” he insisted, and I moaned and started to speak, unable to think about the perfect words any more.
“Fuck me, David,” I whispered, and even though I rarely said that word, it didn’t bother me to say it. It felt deliciously naughty, if anything, and I knew without needing to see that it aroused David as well. So I kept going. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, David. Take me. Show me who it is I belong to. Show me who my one and only Master is. Please, please, don’t leave me this way. In torturous need of your fat cock planted deeply into my soaking wet cunt that aches for only you, my Master.”
I heard his groan, soft as it was, and I could easily picture what his face would look like, had I been able to see it. I had seen how he got when I really managed to turn him on, and my begging had done it.
A sense of power flowed through me. Yes, he had control over me and my body was at his mercy, but I could still spur him on, just with my words. So I kept talking, pleading, and begging him to push inside me. I would keep doing it until he slid his large cock inside me—until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, Kaye, I love you,” David whispered, and I smiled. Even when I was tied up and at his dubious mercy, he would tell me those three sweet words. He would remind me of his love, and I felt safe with him because of it.
“Please,” I whispered once more, using the only word I could get out. His fingering wasn’t enough, but it was getting me distractingly close. Just a tiny bit more, a little more, and I would explode around his finger …
He pulled it out of me, and I cried out. I was so tense and worked up, right on the edge of pleasure which had been building for a long time at this point. It was going to be good—so damn good. I was already breathless with the force of it, but he wouldn’t give me the last little bit of what I needed.
“David,” I moaned, intensely frustrated, and I heard his chuckle, knowing he knew exactly what he was doing. He was driving me utterly insane on purpose and it was working. He was playing me as though my body was a musical instrument and his deft fingers knew exactly what to do.
Just when I knew I couldn’t take it anymore, when my muscles were tensed and I was tugging on my bonds as though I would break them any second, I felt David’s weight on me and then he was pushing inside of me in one deep, hard, claiming thrust. Oh, yes! His cock was there, filling me like nothing else could. No dildo on Earth could match what his flesh and blood cock did for me.
It was perfect.
It was everything I had needed and then some. He filled me up completely, stretching me wide in the best way possible. We fit together flawlessly, two parts of one greater whole, and I shoved my body up to try to get him even deeper inside of myself.
“David …David,” I moaned, and he leaned in and kissed me. I had no warning it was going to happen because of the blindfold, which only made it so much more amazing for me.
“Kaye, come for me,” he whispered, and he didn’t have to say anything more. Those words were all it took. I clenched around him, writhed, and cried out over and over as I came hard for him.
One orgasm built to the next, and I devolved into nothing more than a mass of sensations, each peak of pleasure only the launching place for the next, flinging me up into the stratosphere. My internal muscles gripped him tightly, and I rocked with him—no longer Kaye, no longer truly myself, but part of the unit of Kaye and David.
Finally, one last, shuddering, wracking surge of pleasure jolted through my body, and at the same time, I felt him tighten and convulse. Hot jets of his cum bathed my feminine channel. He gave a hoarse, sexy little cry of his own as he filled me.
“Thank you,” I whispered, when I could speak again. He tenderly untied me, and then we were wrapped up on each other, coated in sweat and both of us gasping for breath.
“No, Kaye. God, no. Thank you. For everything.”
I smiled at him and rested my head on his damp chest, closing my eyes with satisfaction. There wasn’t a moment, or any unit of time even in its smaller measure, when I regretted staying with him.
He was the love of my live, and I knew I was his too. It had been nothing short of flawless, and I knew it would only get better.
David and I had made it through something most wouldn’t have. We had done it. Out of revenge came love. Out of revenge came a marriage. Out of revenge came a family that we both adored in a way neither of us knew possible.
It all came out of revenge. His seduction of me was vengeful. That was true. But the love that came from it was anything but that.
David and I had found our happily ever after. And we both knew we’d live that way forever.
The End
Preview of His Sweet Torment “A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance”
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bsp; By Michelle Love
Three days before newly graduated FBI agent Padme Kaur is due to start her new assignment –protecting an Italian dignitary—she attends the restaurant opening of a good friend and sees him. He’s gorgeous, mysterious—and judging by his appalling American accent— hiding his true identity.
But Padme has never met such a sensual, incredible man and throws all caution to the wind. For the next three days, her enigmatic lover introduces her to a world of erotic pleasure the likes of which Padme has never dreamed of. Saying goodbye to him on Sunday night, Padme feels bereft, knowing she will never forget him.
So, when she walks into her Seattle field office Monday morning, the last person she is expecting to see is her lover. Their unexpected reunion is further complicated when Padme learns that her weekend fling is her first assignment—and a high-profile one at that.
Billionaire industrialist Enver Toscano is in trouble. Big trouble. His business partner has just been murdered and now Enver has been dragged into the aftermath of his shady deals, with a death threat hanging over him. His only way out is to testify in court against the men threatening him, and now the FBI are tasked with protecting him—and Padme and her partner Dale have been chosen to guard him.
Part One
CHAPTER ONE
Harpa Malhotra shrieked with joy as she threw her arms around Padme. “You came! Here I thought you’d be too locked into your first assignment to show up.”
Padme Kaur hugged her friend. “Miss your restaurant opening? Never, baby, never.”
Harpa grinned at her. “You’re such a good friend. Now, let’s go get really drunk and check out all the handsome boys I hired as wait staff.”
Padme laughed. “What will Mikah say?” Mikah Ray was Harpa’s long-time boyfriend, a sweet, serene African-American whom Padme adored. Harpa grinned.
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