Command, Possess and Claim: The Collection

by Opal Carew

  “Please, Master, don’t torture me.” Her words sounded almost tearful with desire. “I need you inside me.”

  “Oh, God, baby. What you’re doing to me…” He pressed the tip of his cock to her opening, then drove in deep.

  She gasped, clinging to the wooden banister as she pushed her ass tight against him.

  He drew back and drove deep again. Then again. Her breathing accelerated as he thrust into her, his own pleasure building with each stroke.

  “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.” Then she wailed, louder and louder as his cock plunged into her repeatedly.

  His tight balls seemed to explode and he erupted inside her with a groan.

  And still she wailed, riding the wave of their shared ecstasy.

  Finally, she quieted, then slumped against the railing. He leaned against her back, his arms wrapping snugly against her waist, holding her to him.

  He tucked his arm under her knees, lifted her, and carried her up the stairs and into their room. He laid her gently on the bed and stepped back and unfastened the rest of his shirt buttons, then pulled off his tie. As he slipped free of the rest of his clothes, to his surprise, Kate pushed herself up and sat on the side of the bed. He thought she was sated for now and was ready for some cuddle time, but she seemed to have something else in mind.

  “Master, I’m sorry I overstepped my bounds downstairs before you instructed me. Do you wish to punish me?”

  “Uh … yes, I do. Go and get the flogger.”

  Kate, still totally naked, went to the cupboard and reached inside. Then, to his surprise, she walked toward him with the blue suede flogger. The pink one he’d introduced her to in the dungeon was the one they used, because with its wide, soft suede tails, he used it more to massage her skin than to cause pain, though if he flicked it just right, it could sting a little. The blue one had thinner tails and could cause a more painful sting.

  She handed it to him and then walked to the bed, tossed some pillows in front of her, and leaned over. Her lower torso rested on the pillows while she thrust her ass up into the air. He stepped behind her and rested the tails of the flogger on her back, so that she could get used to the feel of it, then he dragged the tails slowly across her skin, stroking her back and ass, then along her inner thighs. He dragged the flogger back up, still stroking lightly.

  She wiggled her ass as if trying to get his attention, which worked perfectly. He stared at her perfect round cheeks as the blue suede strips glided over them.

  “God damn it, punish me.” Her words crackled with annoyance, startling him.

  “Kate?”

  “I mean, please, Master. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I need to be punished.”

  He’d never seen Kate so … so … he wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was different.

  He dragged the flogger over her one more time, then flicked it back and cracked it over her ass.

  “Oh, yes!”

  From the sound, that must have smarted, and he could see her skin flush. He flicked again, and she moaned. Her skin turned deeper red, and he stroked his hand over it soothingly, but she wiggled again.

  “More. Harder,” she said breathlessly.

  God, what had gotten into her? He flicked once more, but he also stroked his hand between her thighs, wanting to distract her from the flogger. If he continued at this pace, angry welts would appear on her ass. He didn’t want to hurt her, even if that’s what she seemed to want right now.

  He kept whipping her ass, but with light, pleasurable strokes now, while his fingers glided along her wet folds, then slipped inside her.

  “I want you to fuck my ass.” She pushed her butt higher in the air. “But I also want you in my pussy.”

  His ears perked up in surprise. Kate never said the word “pussy.”

  “Lie still, slave.” He patted her ass lightly, pressing her down against the cushions. He walked to the cupboard and returned with a vibrator. He’d picked one that was shaped like a natural cock, but wasn’t as big as his. He pressed it to her pussy and slid it inside her. She murmured softly as he swirled it inside her, then he drew it out and pressed it to the little puckered opening of her ass.

  Her ass arched upward eagerly.

  “Relax.” He pushed forward and slid it into her back opening.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, that feels so good.” Her words had the edge of desperate pleasure.

  Once it was fully inside, he sat down on the bed beside her, keeping his hand on the vibrator so it would stay in place. “Come over here.”

  She pushed herself to her feet and slipped onto his lap, her knees resting on the bed on either side of him. He pressed his aching cock to her pussy and glided inside.

  “Now, fuck me, slave.”

  “Oh, yes, Master.” She raised her body up, then glided down on him. Then again. Her sweet, smooth passage cocooned him in delicious heat as she took him in and out, over and over.

  He gripped her hip with one hand, still holding the vibrator in the other. He flicked it on, and as it started to vibrate inside her ass, she groaned, then moved on him faster. Within moments she took him deep and arched her back, wailing in another orgasm. He jerked inside her, his cock exploding as he reached his own climax at the sight of her in ecstasy.

  A few minutes later, as he held her close to him in bed, the darkness surrounding them, he noticed that Kate was breathing deeply, and a bit erratically. He stroked her hair back behind her ear and felt dampness on her cheek.

  What the fuck?

  “Kate, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I…” She sucked in a deep breath, then snuggled closer. “I’m just really happy to have you home.”

  In the morning, he still wondered at her tears, but she assured him nothing was wrong. Still, she seemed tense, and to both their surprise, she even snapped at him once, which was highly unusual for Kate.

  When they sat down to breakfast, he watched her over the table. “Kate, I really wish you’d tell me what’s wrong.”

  Anger flared in her eyes. “I told you nothing’s wrong.”

  He raised an eyebrow, not letting her mood intimidate him. “Really?” He smiled, hoping to keep the mood light. “Somehow I’m not convinced.”

  Her hands rolled into fists and she pushed herself from the table and paced. “Really. I’m just … I don’t know … out of sorts.” She walked to the counter and pulled a mug from the cupboard.

  “You have a cup of coffee here, Kate.”

  She glanced around as she filled the cup with water and put it into the microwave. “I know. But I feel like herbal tea instead.”

  As Kate waited for the microwave to boil the water, her cell phone chimed. Matt picked it up from the table and held it out to her, but not before seeing “Medical Center” on the display. She took the phone and answered it as she returned to the microwave to fetch her cup and set it on the counter.

  “Yes. Hi, yeah.” She glanced at Matt and then turned away, grabbing a box of tea bags as she listened on the phone.

  “But how could that happen? I’m so careful.” She nodded. “Okay. I understand. Yes, I’ll come into the office tomorrow.” She dropped a tea bag into the cup and stirred absently, spilling water on the counter. “What? No, I’m not alone. Matt came home early. Okay.”

  She set her cell on the counter, heedless of how close it was to the spilled water, totally unlike her usual careful self.

  “Kate, what is it?”

  “That was Ellen.”

  “Kate, I saw that it was from a medical center.”

  Kate nodded, her back still to him. “That’s right. Ellen is a nurse. My doctor is in the office where she works. Ellen recommended her when I first got to town.”

  “So why is she calling you?”

  Kate still hadn’t turned around and it was making him nervous.

  “For the past few weeks I’ve been feeling … weird. I thought it was because I was missing you. I’ve been irritable and cranky and … well, horny in the extreme. Ellen su
ggested I see the doctor earlier this week and they did some tests.”

  His stomach plummeted. “And? Was Ellen calling with the results?”

  Kate nodded as she turned to him. When he saw the tears streaming from her eyes, his stomach lurched. He surged to his feet and toward her. “Good God, Kate, what did they find?”

  The tears streamed more freely now and she wiped them away, her lip trembling.

  “Oh, God, Matt. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want you to leave me.”

  “Leave you? What the hell are you talking about?” He wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at her imploringly. “Kate, just tell me what they found.”

  “I’m…” She sucked in a breath and gazed up at him. “I’m pregnant.”

  He froze, sure he’d heard her wrong. “You’re what?”

  “I’m pregnant.” Then more tears flooded from her eyes.

  “Pregnant, as in, you’re going to be a mother?”

  She nodded.

  “Kate, don’t you want to have a baby?”

  She nodded some more. “More than anything.”

  He sucked in a breath. “Okay, then, isn’t that good?”

  “No, because you don’t want a baby.”

  “I don’t?”

  She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Do you?”

  Confusion swirled through him and combined with the fear that she was dreadfully ill, the elation that she was with child, which he couldn’t quite allow to surface, and the complete lack of understanding at her reaction.

  He waved his hands back and forth. “Okay, let’s just focus for a minute. You’re going to have a baby,” he said in wonder.

  She nodded and his mouth turned up in an almost painful grin as he released his fear of something being wrong and allowed the good news to seep in. “And I’m going to be a father.”

  She nodded again.

  “Oh, Matt, I know you didn’t want to have a baby, but the doctor said this can happen sometimes. Even on birth control.”

  He took her hands. “Kate, whatever gave you the idea that I didn’t want to have a baby?”

  She pursed her lips. “When you forgot to wear a condom that time—before you knew I was on birth control. You said you didn’t want a pregnancy to be the result. It seemed really important to you.”

  He laughed and pulled her in for a big kiss. “No, Kate, that was just because I didn’t believe we could be together, even though I desperately wanted us to be.” He stroked her hair back from her face. “And you know how much I want you. I just didn’t want to put you through that … having a baby with a man you didn’t love. Who wasn’t, and could never be, your husband.” His smile broadened. “But all that changed.”

  He kissed her again, then gazed deeply into her shimmering eyes. “I love you so much. And having a baby with you is one of the biggest joys I could ever experience.”

  Her eyes filled with tears again. “Oh, Matt. I love you so much.”

  She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Her soft lips moved sweetly on his.

  As he held her, their bodies pressed tightly together, her loving kiss turned more passionate, and she plunged her tongue deep into his mouth and swirled.

  “Oh, God, Matt. I’m so turned on.” She began tugging on his robe, then pulling it open.

  His cock swelled at the feel of her hands stroking over his chest, then tweaking his nipples.

  God, he could tell this was going to be a long, chaotic pregnancy.

  And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  HIS TO COMMAND. Copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

  www.stmartins.com

  The following chapters in this book were previously published as individual e-books: The Chase copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew; The Capture copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew; The Revelation copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew; The Arrangement copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew; The Submission copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew; The Surrender copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew.

  ISBN 978-0-312-67463-2 (trade paperback)

  ISBN 9781250033130 (e-book)

  First Edition: April 2013

  HIS TO POSSESS

  Opal Carew

  To Laurie.

  You’re the best!

  The Seduction

  Jessica watched the busy traffic and streams of people passing by the window as she took a last sip of coffee, then set the empty mug on the table. One man crossing the street toward her caught her eye. There was something familiar about his face, but she couldn’t get a good look at him to figure out why.

  She pulled her wallet from her purse and placed her credit card on the bill the waitress had left on a plastic tray on the table. Eating at this little restaurant a block from her hotel had definitely been a good idea. The food here was much cheaper than at the hotel restaurant and this trip to Philadelphia was already straining her budget. Coming here for the big career fair was worth the risk, though.

  The waitress came by and picked up her card. As Jessica waited for her to return, she continued watching the men and women rushing by in business attire, trying to catch sight of the man again.

  Self-consciously, she reached behind her head and checked her hair, which was coiled and held up with a clip. She didn’t usually wear her long, black hair up, but she felt it looked more professional this way. The same with her smart charcoal gray suit and white blouse. Not her usual attire, since the environment at her cousin Sally’s company, where Jessica had last worked, had been pretty casual and everyone who worked there normally wore jeans to the office. Thank heavens for credit cards.

  She glanced at her watch, and her stomach churned. She had to get going. The waitress returned with her card and Jessica signed the slip and tucked the receipt into her wallet. As she slipped on her coat, she noticed the man again, this time buying a newspaper from a newsstand just outside. She froze when she realized why this man had drawn her attention.

  It was Storm.

  This man, in his expensive-looking, tailored suit, his dark hair in a short and stylish cut, was the opposite of the Storm she knew. Her Storm had spiky hair and was typically in comfortable jeans and a skin-tight tank top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, with a black leather jacket at the ready for when he hopped on his big, sleek Harley. He was a guitarist in her brother’s rock band, and he wouldn’t be caught dead in business attire.

  She watched this suited man as he tucked the paper under his arm and started walking down the street. That was definitely Storm’s face. She gathered her purse and briefcase from the chair beside her and stood up. What was Storm doing here? And dressed like that?

  She hadn’t seen him in over a month. Not since the night he’d walked out on her.

  Everything had been so good between them before that. Her heartbeat sped up at the memory. It had been better than good. All the women in town had been gaga over him, but he’d only had eyes for her. Hot, incredibly sexy eyes. She almost giggled at the memory. He was so tall, sexy, and macho. He could have had any woman he wanted, but he’d chosen her. He’d always made her melt inside every time he looked at her with that bad boy smile, and those smoldering, love-filled eyes.

  At least, she’d thought it had been love, but clearly she’d been wrong. He’d up and left her life as abruptly as he’d entered it six months earlier, leaving her heartbroken and lonely.

  She strolled to the door of the restaurant and stepped outside into the cool air. The sky was overcast and she hoped the rain would hold off until she was inside the career fair.

  She noticed Storm was now in the crowd of people waiting at the light on the next block. The light turned green and he crossed.

  Why was he here in Philadelphia?

  Was it possible he’d
come here looking for her? Maybe her mom had told him she was here and he’d come looking for her to tell her he couldn’t live without her.

  But surely Mom wouldn’t do that.

  It was a far-fetched thought anyway, because right now he and the band should be traveling through California. But she couldn’t think of any other reason why Storm would be in Philadelphia. And he was walking in the direction of her hotel.

  Her heart swelled at the thought that he still loved her. She longed to be in his arms again. His hard, muscular body pressed tight to hers. His big, strong arms around her.

  Oh, God, she’d missed him. Dreamt of him night after night, waking up quivering with need.

  She glanced at her watch. She could grab a cab to the career fair, which would get her there fairly quickly. That way, a short detour shouldn’t make her late. She hurried across the street after him. He turned into a Starbucks. Perfect. She could go in and just casually run into him. No biggie. Just two old friends happening across each other in a new city.

  She opened the door and hurried inside, then glanced around and saw him at the counter placing his order.

  Her heart fluttered. She knew that if he turned and gave her that heart-melting smile of his, then told her he wanted her back, she’d throw herself into his arms and kiss him like crazy. Then she would probably drag him back to her hotel room.

  A smile curled her lips. Why kid herself? If he was here to win her back—and why else would he be here?—she would welcome him with open arms.

  She drew back her shoulders and marched toward him.

  “Storm,” she said as casually as she could manage.

  He poured cream into his coffee, then opened a sugar packet, totally ignoring her.

  She stepped closer. “Storm.”

  He glanced toward her and her heart stopped. Oh, God, that’s not Storm.

  Her cheeks heated as she stared at the complete stranger.

  A stranger who was every bit as handsome as Storm. Electricity sizzled through her as his piercing blue eyes locked on her. Those eyes were darker than Storm’s, but with the same navy ring around the rim. And his dark brown hair, though cut much shorter than Storm’s, was the same glossy texture and color. In fact, their features were strikingly similar, which was why she’d mistaken this man for Storm in the first place.