by Jan Bowles
When she looked, she saw his head moving rhythmically between her legs as the water cascaded down her body, flowing over her fast-heaving breasts and stomach. She watched, mesmerized, as it ran over her pubic mound before being magically lapped away by Tyler’s tongue.
The first giveaway sign was the deep longing ache in her womb that had become almost unbearable, followed by her legs starting to buckle. When he ran his tongue around the circumference of her throbbing pearl, the exquisite sensation became magnified by ten, and when he drew her clit into his mouth, those same incredible feelings became ten times stronger still. Her mouth fell open and the pace of her breathing left her in no doubt that she was teetering on the edge of the most wonderful climax.
“Ty, Sir.” He released her left hand, and she immediately twisted her fingers into his beautiful hair and pulled it as though her life depended on it, wanting the erotic sexual pain to abate, yet desperate for it to continue. The harder she pulled his hair, the more resolute he became, steadfastly sticking to the job of pleasuring the woman he loved. Me.
“Please, Sir, I…”
If only her other hand were free, but Tyler still held it firmly behind her back, totally dominating the play.
Her words came out breathier still. “I’m…I’m…dear God above…I’m…”
He finally relented and allowed her other hand its freedom, and she took the opportunity to twist it into his beautiful glossy locks, too.
Tyler was the man in control and knew exactly what he was doing. He’d released her because it pleased him to do so. His hand snaked around to her butt, and he briefly soothed his palm over the still-tender flesh before finding her puckered hole. She clenched naturally, but to demonstrate his dominance over her, he dismissively brushed her futile resistance away and pushed what felt like two fingers deep inside her ass.
How well he knew her. He was fully aware that this final act of invasion would send her libido into meltdown, making her legs weaken and finally give way completely. Tyler’s animal strength, combined with his probing fingers deep inside her anus, kept her upright as she orgasmed with a beautiful energy. She climaxed so hard and wantonly that their unhappy time apart from each other disappeared into the ether, as though it had never happened. Tyler loved her. Tyler loved her. Tyler loved her.
“I love you so much, Ty.” Her words were honestly spoken, making her climax deepen to such an extent that she felt compelled to express her absolute and unconditional love again. “Goddamn you, Tyler Stone. Do you know just how much I love you?”
When the ecstasy finally abated, Tyler took his head from her pussy and stared up into her eyes. He then slowly peeled her clawed hands from his hair. She knew from the pained expression on his beautiful face that she’d proved pretty strong herself.
Tyler rose from his kneeling position and hugged her tight. Although extremely loud, the sound of the water crashing against their entwined bodies was drowned out by the sound of their combined breathing.
“I love you, too, Becca. Never forget that.” Tyler spun her around, almost spooning her with his body. He slid a hand between them, his fingertips beating out a sexy rhythm as they glided inexorably upward until reaching her hair, which he pulled to one side before leaning in and kissing her neck. “Let’s see how obedient my wayward sub can be.” With a little menace mixed with mischief, he added, “Lean forward and place your palms on the shower tiles.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Rebecca did, as he demanded, her sexual libido blipping higher with each breath she took. Positioned directly under the fast-flowing water, she adored the way the powerful jets beat down on her head and shoulders, like a thousand insistent pinpricks.
He took hold of her chin and angled her face toward him. Tyler looked so fucking beautiful with the water running down his rugged features before dripping from his stubbled jaw. When he kissed her lips hard and passionately, his amber eyes burned brightly as they assessed her emotions. “Don’t move.” Those two simple words were delivered in such a way that she knew better than to disobey.
He disappeared from view, but she guessed he stood right behind her. Rebecca trembled with anticipation as his powerful fingers cinched her waist. “Now I have you exactly where I want you.” He released his grip and then ran his hands over her quivering stomach. “Ah, do I detect a little fear, my sub?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Fear is good. It keeps you in line.” He slowly and deliberately smoothed his palms up her body, only stopping when he reached the underside of her breasts. Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, “You have perfect tits.” She felt him lift them slightly, assessing their weight, cupping and shaping them with his hands, before pulling her nipples hard, stretching and tweaking them, drawing them out to a painful length they were never designed to reach.
All the time his cock pressed insistently between her butt cheeks. She felt it twitching against her puckered hole, as though demanding entrance.
He pulled harder on her nipples, making her cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Three fucking weeks. I’ve been three fucking weeks without you. Have you any idea how tough that’s been for a guy like me? I haven’t even touched my prick, because I’ve been saving it all for you. Did you really think I’d allow you to disappear from my life like that? If you did, then you underestimated me. A mistake, I assure you, you will never make again.” His words, barely audible above the pounding water, had an ominous ring to them and scared her a little. She knew without doubt that was the desired effect. “I’m a powerful man. I have friends in high places. I have contacts. I have money. Did you really think I’d let you go without a fight?”
When Tyler bit her shoulder, it hurt like hell, and she figured he’d drawn a little blood. He tugged her nipples harder still. “Please, Sir, you’re hurting me.” When she looked down, she saw they were stretched to almost comical proportions.
“I repeat my question. Did you really think I’d let you go without a fight?”
The pain was so intense, her nips felt as though they were on fire and had turned a deep shade of purple. Feeling emotional again, she said, “I love you so much. I hoped you’d come after me, but I feared you wouldn’t because I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”
“But I did come.”
The pain became unbearable and she screamed out, “Yes, and because you did, this is the best day of my whole fucking life.” Before this moment, her perfect day was that late afternoon when Tyler had rowed them to the center of his private lake. On that idyllic evening, some three weeks ago, everything had been just so right. The picturesque location, the quaint, old-fashioned rowing boat, and the most beautiful man in the world telling her he loved her and wanted to marry her. She thought that blissful day could never be topped, but she was wrong, because being naked in the shower with Tyler right here, right now, had surpassed it. Why? Because Tyler knew everything. She hid no dark secrets from her Master anymore, and that was a wonderful, wonderful feeling.
His cock pushed harder against her butt hole, and she knew he was going to claim her ass for the first time. “For twenty-one days, I thought of nothing except how I was going to discipline you when I finally tracked you down.” He swirled his tongue deep inside her ear before whispering, “Fantasy is about to become reality, sub.”
“Oh, yes.” And she was more than willing for that to happen. Tyler wanted her back, he still wanted to marry her. This really was her perfect day.
“I’m gonna take your ass, lady. It belongs to me. You won’t step out of line again once I’ve finished with you.”
She loved Tyler even more when he acted like this, and she willingly played to his ego. “No, Sir, I’ve done wrong, but I promise I’ll never do it again. Please take mercy on your wretched submissive.”
She felt his hot breath as he smoothed the hair from her neck and then nuzzled the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. She wanted him. She wanted her man’s cock deep inside her ass.
Her legs physicall
y shook as he reached around and started to tease her clit with slow, circular movements. The feeling was awesome and so intense, she instinctively edged away from the exquisite sensation, only to back herself up against his huge cock, which nestled aggressively between her butt cheeks.
“Lovely and smooth. I insist you keep it this way.” His cock twitched impatiently as he spoke.
“Yes. Always.”
“Otherwise there will be consequences.”
“Yes, Master.”
“The time is now.”
Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he roughly pulled her onto his cock. The mixture of water and shower gel made the perfect lubricant, and for her first time, his huge dick slipped in far less painfully than she’d imagined.
Buried deep within her, he hissed. “Fuck, you feel good, woman.” His sexy baritone voice vibrated against her ear. “You will never, ever leave me again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly as he drew her closer still, thrusting deep inside her with barely believable energy and enthusiasm. All the time his fingers teased her clitoris with bold, circular movements. Each thrust of his powerful thighs impacted against her still-sore ass, causing it to smart all over again. This intoxicating pleasure-pain mix only added to her arousal.
Still following his earlier instruction, Rebecca braced her palms against the cool tiles, as the water continued to cascade over their naked bodies. Her clit throbbed exquisitely, and her butt burned with an indescribable pleasure, both inside and out. She’d never experienced anal sex before, and it certainly felt different from the usual, but she loved Tyler with a passion, a passion that meant however he fucked his sub was just fine with her. He’d sought her out, which proved he loved her. That was the truth, and she’d never forget it. If he hadn’t cared about her, he would have simply carried on with his life as though she’d never existed. That wasn’t Tyler Stone’s way. He’d come to claim his woman.
Tyler was a well-endowed man, and his huge prick stretched her virgin ass wide. Dear God, it felt good though. The more he finger-fucked her clit, the wetter it got and the closer she came to falling apart at the seams. “Ty, God, Ty…that’s…” He laid his weight across her back as he continued pumping inside her ass. Their heavy breathing and soaking-wet bodies merged to become as one. “Oh…oh…oh…” Almost delirious with pleasure, her head shook violently from side to side.
He growled in her ear. “You’re mine, Becca, all mine.” He thrust inside her harder still. “Say it.”
“Dear God, oh, yes. I’m yours. I’m always yours. I’ll always be yours.” And she meant every word of it.
“Again.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.” Her orgasm crashed through, making her shout louder each time a wave of pure sexual pleasure overwhelmed her. “I’m yours, I’m yours.”
She knew her pleasure gave him pleasure, too, and she felt him thrust inside her again, even deeper and faster this time, as three weeks of sheer frustration finally exploded from his body, shuddering against her, letting her know just how much he loved her.
Epilogue
Four years later
Almost in a trance, Rebecca checked it again. The result was exactly the same as the other four. Jesus, was this really happening, or would she wake up at any moment only to find Tyler breathing easily next to her? No, no, she was awake all right, but she pinched the back of her hand, hard, just to make sure. Still reeling with disbelief, she shook her head and looked through the window, taking in the garden outside. It was July and the flowers were in full bloom. Their vibrant colors never failed to make her smile every time she looked at them.
Such a perfect day.
She laughed out loud when she saw the boys wrestling on the lawn, and her heart simply ached with love for them. She would willingly die before she would let anything bad happen to either of her children. Joshua and Ryan had thrived since they’d become much-loved members of the Stone family some three years ago. They were happy, healthy five-year-old identical twins who had a great future ahead of them, just waiting to be explored. Tyler and herself hadn’t realized that adopting a child was such a long, drawn-out process. First, they had to prove to the adoption agency that they would make worthy parents. Then they had to show they had the financial means to give that child a nurturing, loving upbringing, and then they’d had to wait. And wait. And wait…for the telephone to ring.
So when a child came up for adoption almost exactly three years ago, she and Tyler literally dropped everything and rushed across town to the agency. But there was a catch. The agency didn’t just have a beautiful flaxen-haired two-year-old boy who needed their love. They had his identical twin brother, too. This wasn’t a problem for Tyler and herself. In fact, it was manna from heaven. The agency quite rightly refused to split the boys, so she and Tyler willingly offered to take them both.
Such a perfect day.
The boys had just celebrated their fifth birthday and were cherished members of the family. Sadly, their biological parents had died in a horrific car crash when Joshua and Ryan were just twenty months old. Life could be so cruel.
They were just like any other family now. They’d often enjoy a bucket of KFC on Friday nights, and Tyler would take them to see the Texans play whenever he could.
Rebecca scooped up all five boxes and, before putting them in the bathroom cabinet, took one final lingering look. She felt it. It was real. There was no mistaking the pale blue cross at the end of each strip. She held her hand to her mouth and blinked back tears, still unable to believe she was really pregnant. Obviously, she’d need to see her doctor to be one hundred percent sure, but she knew, she just knew. A woman always knew. Perhaps miracles really did happen. After all, she was married to the most wonderful man in the world, and she had two beautiful boys. So maybe Mother Nature had been kind enough to allow some of her eggs to survive the chemotherapy.
“Mom, what are all those?” Joshua asked as she crammed the pregnancy testing kits into the bathroom cabinet.
Rebecca smiled at her little boy as she washed her hands. “It’s a surprise. If you’re good, I’ll tell you later. Now go tell Ryan to come inside and wash up for dinner. Daddy will be home any minute now.”
“Okay, Mom.” He started to run away.
“Oh, and Joshy.”
“Yes, Mom?”
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too, Mom.”
And then he was gone, rushing to find his brother before she had time to say, “Want a hug?”
A few seconds later Ryan came bounding up to her. “Mom, what’s for dinner?” he yelled at the top of his voice.
“Well, as you and your brother have been so good, I thought we’d all go out tonight.”
Ryan jumped up and down with the unbridled enthusiasm only a five-year-old could muster. “Yay, McDon—”
Joshua elbowed his identical twin out of the way. “No, Mom, I want pizza.”
Rebecca hugged her boys. “We’ll see what your dad says.”
They seemed happy with her compromise, saying in unison, “Okay, Mom.”
Mom. Just to hear that one simple word made everything worthwhile. Her position at Cerberus Technology may have been put on hold for the time being, but she was happy in the knowledge that Operation Fire Wall had proved a resounding success. The state-of-the-art biometric software she’d designed, had been approved for use with the US military, and was now protecting the lives of millions of people all around the world. It had been a very proud moment, but even that didn’t compare to being a proud mom of two wonderful boys.
She watched Ryan and Joshua rush to the front door when they heard Tyler’s key in the lock.
Ryan got to his father first, throwing himself at Tyler. “Dad, Mom says we can go to McDonald’s tonight.”
Not to be outdone, Joshua hurled himself at his father, too. “No she didn’t, Mom says we’re having pizza.”
“Didn’t.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did.”
Well aware that world war three was about to break out, Tyler tried to calm the situation. “Hey, guys, whatever we’re having will be just great.”
Joshua piped up again, “Mom’s been acting funny all day. I saw her hiding something in the bathroom cabinet. I think it’s pirates’ treasure.”
As Tyler allowed the twins to play wrestle him to the floor, his gorgeous amber eyes twinkled across at her. Now they had children, they had to be far more discreet when they made love, but she recognized the sexy look he gave her. She’d seen it a thousand times before. It was the look that told he loved her as much as he ever did, and he still longed to devour her as soon as they were alone. Instead, he asked, “Pirates’ treasure, huh? That’s interesting.” He finally managed to free himself from a tangle of five-year-old limbs and walked across to her.
She kissed his lips and purred, “Ty, baby, I’ve got something important to tell you.”
Such a perfect day.
THE END
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