by Anthology
He tipped her chin so that her gaze met his. “I won’t brook disobedience, Trish. When you disobey me or mouth off, you will be punished. And when I want sex, you will give it to me. If I wake you up the same way I did this morning, then you will spread your legs and let me have what I want. If I turn you onto your stomach or order you on all fours because I want to fuck your ass, then you will obey without question.”
Her thighs quivered, and cream soaked through the crotch of her sweats. Thankful Justin held her so close, she sagged against the solidity of his body. “Yes, Justin.”
“If I tell you to suck my cock or if I want to lick your pussy, you can’t say no. We’ll use the safeword, of course, but you can’t use it to control me. You can only use it if you need to use it. Do you understand?”
He promised to fulfill every one of her desires in a way that made it clear he desired the same things. Joy surged and swelled her heart. “Yes, Justin.”
He caressed her lips in a kiss that said just how much he loved her. When he slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, she opened to him. The tenor of the kiss changed as he plundered her mouth, claiming his possession.
She surrendered.
6
Six Months Later
Trish finished washing the last pan and pushed the button to start the dishwasher. Justin was putting the kids to bed, and he’d promised a relaxing night for the two of them. For the first few months since they’d changed the dynamic of their relationship, they had only engaged in D/s play when the girls were gone, spending the night with grandparents or other relatives. Trish’s sister, Felicia, snickered every time Trish asked her to watch the kids overnight, but she almost never refused.
The past few months, she and Justin had grown more comfortable in their roles, and this was the first night they were going to try to have a scene with the kids home. They’d implemented aspects of their new dynamic into their everyday life. Nobody thought too much about it when Trish sat on the floor and rested her head on Justin’s leg while he relaxed on the sofa on a Sunday afternoon. The experience was so rewarding for them both, and it made them want more. Tonight would take it to the next level.
As she wiped down the counter, his arms closed around her waist, and he pressed his chest against her back.
“Thanks for cleaning up. The kitchen looks great.”
This chore usually fell to her to do, but since Justin had been taking over most of the cooking duties, she didn’t mind it so much anymore. His praise meant the world. She felt herself blossoming, opening to him on that deeper level that brought them both the ultimate satisfaction. She turned in his arms and smiled. “Are the girls asleep?”
“Like the little angels they are.”
As Trish had bloomed under Justin’s attention, so had their kids. Mikayla and Hannah smiled more, and they sought out Justin almost as much as they looked to Trish. They loved to have their father sing them to sleep at night.
“I’ve been very good,” she said.
He planted a kiss on her lips. “In that case, go put on the outfit I laid out on the counter in our bathroom. Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes or less, and I’ll let you choose one of the toys we’ll be using tonight.”
As soon as he released her, she flew up the stairs and into their private bath. “Outfit” was going a bit far. He’d chosen a white satin collar and black leather wrist cuffs. Trish stripped out of her work clothes, threw her hair into a ponytail, and washed her face.
Four minutes later, she knelt at the foot of their bed. Justin stood over her. With her downcast gaze, she focused on his sock-clad feet. He’d removed his shirt and tie, but he still wore his dress pants from work.
He ran his fingers through her hair, removing the hair tie she’d used to keep it out of her face as she’d washed and brushed. He said nothing as he massaged her scalp. She shivered at the sensations he created, and she let loose a small moan when his strong fingers made it to her nape.
“There you go, my sweet Trish. I know where you keep all the stress from your day. Let’s get rid of it.”
“Yes, Justin.”
He directed her to rest her forehead against his thigh, and he went to work on her neck. By the time he finished, she was a pool of jelly. She knew where he carried his stress, high up in the center of his back, but he had a different way of finding release.
“I’ve set out two toys of my choice. Go and choose a third one that you’d like.”
As per their agreement, she was allowed to peek at his choices. She’d once spent a frustrating length of time trying to find a toy that he’d already selected, and as the Dom, he always got first pick. This time, he’d chosen a riding crop and a butt plug.
She went straight for the spanking glove. Over the past few months, she’d learned to crave an erotic spanking, especially after a really hectic day.
Sinking to her knees in front of him, she presented her choice. She didn’t have to look up to see his smirk. The fifth grade camp fundraiser had taken up the better part of her free time for the past week. He’d known what choice she would make, and he’d resisted selecting the item himself and depriving her of the pleasure of asking.
“Please use this, Justin.”
He took it from her and added it to his small collection on the dresser. In addition to the crop and plug, lip balm, wide electrical tape, and rope rounded out their equipment list.
“Stand up.”
She rose to her feet. He greased her lips with balm, and then he tore off several inches of electrical tape, which he placed over her mouth. It wouldn’t prevent her from screaming, but they’d found she was damn noisy during sex. The tape would muffle the sound enough to keep the girls from hearing, and it didn’t give her lockjaw like a ball gag did. After the first time, he’d taken to using liberal amount of lip balm so that when he removed the tape it wouldn’t tear the skin from her lips and make them bleed.
It was damned hard to enjoy kissing with scabby lips in the mix.
“Hands behind your back.”
She did as she was told. He threaded the rope through the rings on her cuffs and bound her to the footboard. The position forced her to bend back and thrust out her breasts. Guessing at what was coming next, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes.
This was going to hurt at first, but by the end it was going to feel fucking amazing. From the start, Justin had discovered his sadistic streak. The past few months, the delight he took in stoking her masochistic desires had grown. It was no longer about just pleasuring her; now it was about the joy of reveling in her submission.
“You belong to me, Trish.”
Heart and soul. Behind the gag, her mouth relaxed into a small smile. Yes, Justin. I belong to you.
Since she couldn’t say anything, she merely stuck out her breasts more, offering them to her husband and Master. He took the bait. She felt the heat of his hands as they closed over her round globes. He caressed and squeezed, alternating light touches with painful twists and pinches. She flinched and tried to muffle her noises, but she didn’t pull away. In submitting to Justin, she trusted him to push her to her limit.
When he tired of that game, he got the crop. Starting lightly, he peppered her breasts, stomach, and thighs with small, stinging slaps from the flap. Trish took as much as she could, but it wasn’t long before she cried out, the sound muffled into a pathetic moan behind her gag.
Still he kept on. This was the point where he said he got a rush, when she was completely in his control. He could do what he wanted, and she would take it just because she wanted to please him. It was also a rush for Trish. Unlike Justin, she could let go, revel in the heady feelings he generated.
The slaps got harder, and then he was using the length of the crop across her breasts and thighs. The thin stick stung, and she knew she’d have a few welts left in the morning. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she no longer tried to control her cries.
When he’d decided she’d had enough, he stopped. She felt hi
s toe urging her feet wider apart, and she obeyed his unspoken order. Her skin buzzed with residual sensation, and she knew she’d feel every little caress for the rest of the night.
She felt his cock nudge her entrance. She wanted to lift her head to see his face, but she had no control over her body. If he ordered her to move, she could do it. Since he hadn’t, she was frozen, stuck in this position.
He grasped her hips as he pumped into her. His thighs brushed and slammed against hers, and she felt every inch of him inside her body. If he was fast, he might beat her to the finish line. When they scened, he wasn’t big on having her ask for permission. Instead, if she managed to achieve five orgasms in a session, then she got a treat of his choosing.
Five might not sound like a lot, but they weren’t in their twenties anymore, and multiple orgasms weren’t as easy to attain as her favorite romance novels would have her believe. It had happened once, and he’d surprised her with a kid-free, candlelit bubble bath the next evening.
Justin took her up the side of that cliff, and seconds before she would have fallen over, he stopped. Behind her gag, she groaned a protest, but he withdrew anyway.
Cradling her head in his palm, he lifted her head. She blinked at him to let him know she was fine. He grinned. “I’m going to help you get on the bed.”
The rope gave her some leeway. By the time all was said and done, she found herself still tied to the footboard, but now she was on her stomach. Kneeling with her cheek on the bedcover and her ass in the air, she knew the time for her spanking had come.
Cold lube smeared across her anus. Justin eased the toy inside, working it all the way in. Then he slowly pulled it out, and he reamed her with it. Trish flinched at the pinch and burn, but she reveled in the way tiny aftershocks rocked through her body.
Next, she felt the smooth leather of the glove against her backside. He was going to spank her with the plug in. The silicone cock had a wide base. Every time he smacked that area, it would feel like she was being fucked in the ass. She didn’t know if he had plans along those lines tonight, but she wouldn’t be surprised. Justin had become quite the ass man.
He didn’t start slowly. Torrents rained over her ass, sparing nothing. He hit the plug’s base. He hit her spread pussy. He smacked liberal doses of stinging pain over both cheeks. It hurt. It burned. She lost control, and it morphed into the sweetest bliss. The explosion took her by surprise, rocking her body inside and out.
The sounds of slapping ceased. Justin removed the glove and caressed her abused flesh. “So sweet. So red. I’m going to fuck you now, my darling sub. I’m going to use your body hard, and I’m going to come inside you. Is that what you want?”
She nodded. Even if she hadn’t been gagged, words wouldn’t have been necessary. She wanted what he wanted.
Without removing the plug, he sank into her and groaned. “So tight.”
As he’d promised, he fucked her hard, slapping her ass with his bare hand as he rode her toward completion. She screamed and sobbed, wanting the payout as much as she wanted to hear him lose control. The slaps hurt, but every single one of them pushed her to the breaking point. The world exploded in white. She screamed. Somehow the tape had come off her mouth, so she buried her face in the covers and let the bedding absorb the sound.
Behind her, Justin slapped her ass twice more and followed her over the cliff. He froze, and then he collapsed next to her. With lazy fingers, he untied her wrists. Then he removed the plug and took their toys to the bathroom for washing.
Trish hadn’t moved by the time he returned, so he repositioned her and shut out the lights. She snuggled in the safety of his arms, feeling loved and cherished. This was the life she wanted, and she was so glad she had it with her husband and Master, the only man she’d ever love.
As if he’d read her mind, he tilted her head and met her lips for another kiss. “I love you, my gorgeous wife.”
“I love you too, my amazing Master.”
About Michele Zurlo
I’m Michele Zurlo, author of many romance novels. During the day, I teach English, and in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.
I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts.
Find out more at
@MZurloAuthor
www.michelezurloauthor.com
Other Titles by Michele Zurlo
Doms of the FBI Series:
Re/Bound (Doms of the FBI 1)
Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI 2)
Re/Claimed (Doms of the FBI 3)
Re/Defined (Doms of the FBI 4)
Coming July 2016: Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI 5)
Anthologies:
BDSM Anthology/Club Alegria #1-3
Menage Anthology/Club Alegria #4-7
Safeword Oasis:
Wanting Wilder
Mina’s Heart
Paranormal Menage:
Dragon Kisses 1
Dragon Kisses 2
Dragon Kisses 3
Mainstream Romance:
Blade’s Ghost
Kiss Me Goodnight
Kiss Me Goodbye
Surrender Her Inhibitions
Surrender 1
By Nicole Morgan
Book Description
Three years ago Sophia Hunt was on the tail end of a bad break up and in a vulnerable and confused state of mind when she crossed paths with the sexy and seductive J.T. Mastrantonio.
Stuck in a rut and no longer satisfied with his successful life, J.T. finds an unfamiliar ache when the scared girl who ran out on him years earlier walks back into his life.
Though time is not their side, Sophia is faced with the realization that her biggest fears and greatest temptations are one in the same. And only J.T. will be the one who can get Sophia to surrender to her inhibitions.
This book is for all the women out there who feel trapped within their fantasies. It’s for those who feel shame for their deepest desires and who are led to think that there is something wrong for what they want and need. This book is for all of you. Because I’m here to tell you women, there is not one thing wrong with you. You are all perfect.
And to my fellow authors on this project, thank you for letting me join you in this endeavor. A special debt of gratitude goes out to my editor, Pat Fischer and to Lori King for being the spark of genius behind this anthology. Much love to you both.
To everyone else out there who touches my daily life, I love you all just as much. I may not always say it, but you all enrich my soul and make my heart sing.
1
The sounds of his attorney and best friend’s voice seemed to fade away into the distance despite the phone being planted firmly against his ear. The words all seemed to be the same. These same topics, one right after the other with never any diversion in his daily life had been wearing on him for weeks now. He had no idea what was causing it, this hum drum existence that seemed to be flooding his reality. Nothing had changed. It wasn't like his business was failing. In fact, it was flourishing. His net worth had grown and he was much wealthier than he was the year before. His success had been attributed to many phone calls just like the one he was having now. For the life of him though he couldn't figure out why he felt so trapped in it all.
“J.T.? Are you there, man?” Josh Appleton asked through the phone with a hint of frustration in his voice.
“Huh? Yeah. I’m here. Sorry. You know this project. Just do whatever you think is best.” He replied, not really having a clue which venture they were even discussing much less which power he had just delegated to Josh’s power.
“You don’t want to go over the numbers some more? I really think with Tartoval’s bid already comin
g in we should be able to get a feel for where the investors are already at with –.”
“Josh, just make them a damn offer!” J.T. snapped, quickly adjusting his tone when he realized how curt he sounded. “Sorry, it’s just been a long day. I’m getting a migraine. Look, you know I trust you. Just handle it. Isn’t that what I pay you the big bucks for anyway?”
There was a pause at the other end of the line. Despite behind hundreds of miles apart, J.T. could feel Josh sizing him up, knowing full well that his roommate from college knew him better than that. Sooner or later he’d have to explain his short temper and even shorter attention span of late, but he’d rather it be much later and not tonight.
The truth of it was he didn't know what in the hell it was that was eating at away him. He had no reason to be unhappy. He was one of the wealthiest men in all of Port Chester. Despite spending most of his formative years in foster homes, whoever his parents were they had blessed him with good genes and in turn, he knew he was a good looking man at thirty-five years of age. Between his money and looks alone he had plenty of gorgeous women vying for his attention. He knew he could call up a number of them at a moment's notice for a night on the town or a simple uncomplicated affair. He lived a charmed life with the best champagne money could buy to go with it. This all begged the nagging question which kept him up at night and made him feel like the poor little rich boy who had nothing.
What in the hell was wrong with him?
“Alright, J.T. I'll look it over some more and make a decision.” Josh agreed but quickly added before anything more could be said, “But, know this buddy. I know something is up with you. You can call me if you need to. You know that, right?”