by Ava Claire
“I truly want us all to start over.” Delilah released my hand and stroked her tummy. “For this little guy or girl, I’m willing to forget that you were fucking my boyfriend.”
That didn’t last long. Good to know the crazy is alive and well.
I didn’t speak the obvious, but the cat most certainly didn’t have Logan’s tongue. “I have no time for nonsense, Delilah.”
She looked calm, but the insanity was plain in her wide eyes. And she was still smiling. A crazed-looking thing that would have made the Joker run for cover.
“It’s fine, Logan,” she said solemnly. She even held a hand over her heart. “I forgive you. I even forgive your whore.”
“Whore?” Was this really happening? Could she be that deluded? “Look, I’m just trying to be rational about all of this-”
“Bravo!” She clapped her hands furiously before whirling back to face Logan. He was gaping at her like she was a wreck unfolding in slow motion. “A round of applause for the skank who stole you away from me. She’s trying to be rational, after all. Very grown up of her. Never mind the fact that she snaked her way into your bed-”
“Stop. Right. There.” Logan cut through Delilah’s rant. His voice sent chills down my spine, the authority in it making it impossible to disobey. She went several shades paler, backing up toward the elevator. Both hands on her belly.
In that moment, I truly felt sorry for her. Not because she clearly had a screw or five loose, but because she never really had Logan at all. To have him was to know him, and there was genuine fear in her eyes, like she thought he’d strike her. Hurt her. Logan would never do such a thing. She was infatuated with him, maybe even in love. How could she love him and not know him at all?
“You said you wanted to talk,” Logan said tersely. “But it’s clear you’re still intent on playing games. This meeting is over.”
She raised her chin, red locks sticking out wildly. “Now wait a second-”
“I’m talking,” he snapped.
She zipped her lips, nostrils flaring.
“This is how it’s gonna be,” Logan proclaimed. “I want to know who your obstetrician is. If they are determined inadequate, we will find a new one. I will accompany you to your appointments. I will be a part of our child’s life.”
Delilah squealed with delight, busting out a few moves from her happy dance. “Babe, this is going to be-”
The look of sheer disdain on Logan’s face shut her up.
“Don’t mistake my desire to be involved with all matters related to our child as a move towards reconciliation. There was no us. There is no us. I want no contact with you outside of our child – “
Delilah gasped. “But I – “
“Here are the terms. You will keep me informed on all medical information and appointments, and when the time comes, we will discuss shared custody.” His voice darkened. “You will refrain from talking to the media about me and your pregnancy. And you will be cordial and respectful to Melissa.” His eyes flashed dangerously. “If you ever call her anything other than her name again-”
“You’ll what?” Delilah stormed forward, her eyes tiny slits of fury, her words just as venomous. “You think you can threaten me? Bark orders at me and I’ll just follow?” She cut her eyes to me. “Has he shown you his chest full of his special toys, Melissa? Strapped you to his bed and spanked you until you howled his name?”
My stomach lurched, the burn of jealousy choking me. The idea that he was ever with her, that she ever shared the bed that he and I shared made me sick.
“She’s your sub,” Delilah spat, hurling her eyes back to Logan. “She has to obey you like some animal, not me.” She let out a haughty scoff. “Do you know who I am?”
“Do you know who I am?” Logan countered.
There was a terrifying calm in his voice. A calm that made Delilah take two more steps toward the exit.
“You will agree to my terms, or our future interactions will be through our lawyers.” He walked to the couch, leaving her flabbergasted and red-faced. “Make your choice, Delilah.”
She looked at me, then tossed a look his way, then dropped her eyes to the floor. “I think you know what my choice is.”
“Say it,” he said brusquely. “I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
When her lips parted, I expected a string of obscenities to come flying out. Instead, she whispered two words.
“You win.”
I shook my head sadly. She still thought this was a game? Couldn’t she see that she was the only one playing?
She sounded off everything on his list. “No press, I’ll keep you updated and involved with all the baby appointments, and I’ll play nice with your…Melissa.”
Logan looked right through her. “Good. You can go.”
Even from several feet away, I could feel anger radiating from her. She wanted to raze the building to the ground. She wanted to make us pay. She didn’t follow through with either. She patted her stomach, threw me a final, silent ‘screw you’, and stomped toward the elevator.
I waited until it should have dumped her back in the parking deck before I moved, my brain rushing to catch up with the rest of me. I knew this was just the first wave of the epic battle to bring the baby into the world with as little drama as possible, but I felt optimistic. He sank into the couch, and I dropped onto the cushion beside him.
“It’s a good start, Logan.”
He had a faraway look, the set of his jaw confirming his doubts. “I doubt she’ll go 48 hours before she goes to the media, bemoaning that I’m holding my billions hostage unless she plays nice with my mistress.”
I slid closer, her words still stinging. “I’m pretty sure she’ll use a different word. Whore, I believe it was?”
He winced. “She really is a good actress. I thought I saw something in her once. Something misunderstood.” The anger slowly morphed into sadness and regret. “I don’t think I knew her at all.”
I could tell her words weighed heavy on him, even though he’d never admit it. He was too strong. Too stubborn. So I took a cue from his playbook. “She seems to have your number. Chest full of toys…I still haven’t experienced the whole bed and whipping thing though.”
He sized me up, his smirk the best kind of bad. The right kind of trouble.
“I don’t think you’re ready for a spanking. No holds barred.” He stroked my knee and traced my inner thigh, sending a flutter of desire over me.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
I scooted closer, my voice thick like syrup. It was as unrecognizable as the woman inside me who was about to beg for the pain. For the pleasure.
“It’s okay. I’m giving control over to you,” I said hoarsely, deciding I was equal parts turned on, curious, and terrified.
His smile broadened as he leaned in, kissing my check.
“Give?” His lips stroked my skin, making me tremble for him. “I take what I want, Melissa. And right now, I want you.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Logan
She stood before me. Beautiful. From the long blonde hair that hung loosely to her waist to the curvy line of her hips. Her thick ass that was begging for my hand.
She was a new submissive, mine to mold. To care for. To dominate. I wanted to do bad things to her. Push her to her limits. Show her the freedom in surrender. But I needed a moment to catch my breath. The dark hunger in me just wanted to bend her over the couch and spank her until her ass was red and her body shuddered with tears--because she was mine to do with as I pleased. Pain, pleasure, I decided what she needed. But at the moment, I was still pushing Delilah from my mind. My anger ripped at my chest. The barbs of it dug deep and played dirty.
I would never touch Melissa in this space with anger in my heart. But once I'd exorcised Delilah, all bets were off.
Melissa had come prepared, switching into a Rolling Stones t-shirt that hugged her in all the right places. Her jeans clutched her as sexily as any G-string a
nd garter belt would. But I was never a big fan of lingerie. There was something beautiful about a woman wearing nothing but her curves.
Melissa's eyes were bright and wide with anticipation as I strode toward her. I drew my fingertips up and down her arms, watching the lust dance across her face.
"I think we both know you're wearing entirely too much clothing. Take it off."
"You're not going to rip it off?" she asked. Not sarcastically, nor in any combative way.
She wanted me to rip it off.
I circled around and stood behind her, feeling the heat of her body. The want. I traced the length of her spine ever so softly. So soft, so gentle, that she glanced at me over her shoulder, a question in her eyes. Did I touch her at all, or did she imagine it? When my hand lingered on her ass, she hitched a breath, anticipating the blow. Craving it.
My cock twitched excitedly as I let out a chuckle. "There are other ways to punish you, love." I stroked her lower back, my fingers drawing a slow, teasing circle. My touch was tender. My voice was not. "Why are you still dressed?"
She scrambled to undress, her jeans first. In our rush to get out of the office earlier, I'd forgotten that she was going commando. The sight of her bare ass and the delicious view of her pussy made my body hum with anticipation. I had plans for her body, the perfect way for her to submit.
Finally naked, she turned to face me, crossing her arms against her breasts. Her cheeks were rosy with nervousness and arousal. She licked her lips. "What now?"
"Follow me."
We left the main room, bypassing the guest bathroom, and continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She gasped as soon as we entered. As badly as I wanted to pull her to the bed and screw her brains out, I gave her a moment to take in the view.
If the rest of my studio was defined by the art, the furnishings, and the top of the line gadgets, my living quarters were defined by its simplicity. There was a simple platform bed, a nightstand, and an entire wall of windows stretching from floor to ceiling. She stood in the glow of the afternoon sun, the San Francisco city line hugging her beautiful body.
The perfect instrument sprang to mind. I wanted her spread and as breathless as she was now, staring at the beauty outside while I stared at something infinitely more so: her hot, wet pussy.
I went to the bed, pulling out the drawer. The frame was custom built, the extra storage tailor-made for my needs. To the average, unaware eye, it was just a drawer for linens and a blanket. But it had a false bottom. I found the notch that unhinged the sheet of wood and lifted it, my eyes falling to all manners of kink. I zeroed in on the small, cylinder-shaped rod with a circular hook on each end. I placed it, and a pair of cuffs, on the bed. When I looked back at the window, Melissa was looking back at me, her lips slightly parted.
"What is that?"
"A spreader bar," I answered smoothly. I picked it up, wanting, needing her more by the second when I realized she was tracking it with interest. It was the perfect moment to remind her who was in charge.
"Turn around."
Her blue eyes narrowed on the bar, then back up at me, still round with curiosity. Her lips gave me her submission. "Yes sir."
Cuffs in one hand, spreader bar in the other, I moved soundlessly toward her. I took my time. I wanted her to feel every minute, every second. I let her senses heighten her arousal. The chill of the air as its icy cool fingers stroked her naked skin. The rush as she tried to gauge where I was and what came next, her heart thrumming in her ears.
I stopped behind her, my own heart ravaging my chest, blood storming my veins, engorging my cock as I pressed my body against hers. She let out the tiniest moan, a deep and vibrating thing, pushing her ass back against me. Teasing me. The need inside me wanted to just tear open my fly and thrust inside her. Fuck her right against the glass. I did neither--there was a beauty in this ritual, ultimate pleasure found in my dominance and her submission.
My body growled as I took a step away from her, propping the spreader against the window, cuff in each hand.
It was time to begin.
I drank in her side profile, a wave of pride consuming me when she didn't sneak a look at me. I knew she was dripping wet with curiosity. But she kept her eyes front and center, just like I'd commanded. She had a need inside of her, something lying in a secret place that was just waiting for the right person to unlock the door and set her free. Waiting for me.
I took a knee beside her, opening the first cuff. "A spreader bar is a type of bondage equipment designed to keep the submissive open and accessible to her Dominant." I locked the cuff around her ankle, then circled around to her left side, wrapping the second cuff around her other ankle. "First comes the cuffs, then you’ll spread your legs for me. I'll fasten the spreader to the cuffs. Your movements will be restricted, your body mine to do with as I please."
I drew my fingers up her calf as I rose. I traced my way up her thigh, hand resting on her ass. She swallowed hard, muscles in her throat gyrating, betraying her nerves.
Being a Dominant wasn't always stringent rules and spanking. Sometimes it’s anticipating what your submissive needs and giving it to her. So I silenced the urge to spank her and instead planted a kiss on her shoulder.
She exhaled, her lips quirking into a smile.
"Spread your legs." I inhaled the warm scent of her arousal and grabbed the spacer, my cock as hard as the metal in my hand. I positioned it between her legs, using the notch to find the appropriate length. I clipped the cuffs onto the ring on each end and stood back, marveling at her. Spread eagled, hands at her side. Waiting patiently.
Delilah was quickly coming a dull buzz in the back of my mind, my heart and body syncing to this moment that I was sharing with my Melissa. Nothing else mattered.
I peeled off my shirt and unzipped my pants, my cock forcing its way to freedom. I tossed the clothes aside. Melissa was still looking out the window, but I saw the muscle twitching at her temple, her toes clenching, body adjusting to the unnatural position and her lack of control.
"Look at me."
She turned her head, eyes as gorgeous as the pale blue sky enveloping me.
I stroked her cheek, smiling when her eyes darted down to my cock. She licked her lips then caught herself, cheeks blushing bright red.
"Sorry," she mumbled. My eyes dropped to her lips. Swollen, quivering, and slightly bruised from all the lip biting.
There was something missing.
"Technically you didn't disobey me. Eyes face front." My voice was low and thick with my own desires. I turned my back to her, returning to the drawer. I picked up the missing piece. "I wasn't specific. Allow me to be very clear now." I took a step toward her. "I'm going to make you want to scream my name with my fingers--then my cock."
She tried to turn and teetered, the spreader bar keeping her off balance. "Want to scream?"
"This ball gag will muffle most things. 'Red' and 'green' will be discernible." I let my words sink in, having no doubt that she was ready. As her Dominant, it was my job to push her limits--but I'd never harm her or ask anything of her that she was unable to give.
I held the gag, only one question left to be answered. "Are you ready?"
She looked at the rubber ball, then raised her chin. "Yes sir." She made a perfect O with her mouth. The rubber ball was snug and in place as I buckled the strap.
I could no longer wait to touch her. To feel her juices coating my fingers.
I drew my finger down the seam of her ass, my cock straining, needing her when I felt how wet she was. She was drenched, her body licking my finger as I plunged it deep inside her. She threw her head back, a long, deep moan filtering through the holes on the gag. As I drove my finger deeper, letting the sounds of her body fill my ears, fill my body, I built up the speed, pumping in and out.
Her nails dug into her thighs, every pant, every shudder felt like her hand on my cock. Stroking the shaft, massaging my balls. The sound of her pleasure, the clinking of the cuff with the s
preader bar, her wet, juicy body...I could wait no longer.
I unhooked the bar from one end, saying the hell with the other. "Bend over," I ordered her huskily. “Hands on your ankles."
She obeyed, her pussy ripe for the taking. The roar in my ears was a craving only Melissa could fulfill. I wouldn't be whole until I was inside of her.
I guided my cock where it belonged, the world melting away as I rocked into her. Our bodies crashed into each other until all that was left was the fire of release. Building, hurtling me to my peak.
"Come with me, baby," I breathed deeply, gripping her tight, feeling her body clench. Her moan was suppressed, but it was a shout of elation to my ears. It matched the one that clawed from my throat as I came.
Fingers shaking, pulse racing, I unhooked the ball gag and tossed it aside. It was the sign the scene was over and she turned to me, dropping her head against my chest. Arms looped around me and held me tight.
"I didn't even think the word red," she murmured. She peered up at me, her eyes open and filled with a love I never thought I'd find. "What we have? I never want it to stop."
CHAPTER SIX
Melissa
I wasn't sure how long we stayed wrapped up in each other, but the city was nearly dark, the windows in the buildings that lined the street twinkling in the night sky. This was my bliss; his arms around me and his scent clinging to my skin. I didn’t need anything but this.
My stomach begged to differ.
My hunger bellowed in the silence. His hold on me slackened and I looked up at him, slightly mortified.
"Wow," he mouthed, eyes agape. "Was that me or you?"
I elbowed him, laughing with something else entirely consuming me. This playfulness, these tingles in my stomach, the way my heart soared in my chest – this was a whole new world for me. My laughter tapered off as he held my face in his hands. I never knew that love was something that I could not only feel, but something I could reach out and touch.