by Azure Boone
Her moans intensified as though the idea turned her on, with a hint of uncertainty.
“You want that?”
“God, yes.”
He pushed his finger in deeper, his cock painfully hard. “I’m glad you like this.” He kissed along her back then watched her move on his finger.
“Daniel,” she groaned, her head falling back. “I need to face you.”
He paused everything except his finger on her clit. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, but I need to do it facing you. Please.”
He’d never done that. He hated looking in their faces, he liked them beneath him, on their stomach, pinned and helpless when he hurt that way. “Okay.”
She turned in his lap, bringing her nipples in tasting distance. She reached between them and took hold of his cock while he suckled the plump tip. “God,” he choked when her fingertips swirled his pre-cum over the throbbing head.
“Mmmm, do it.” She pressed him closer, and he opened his mouth wider, gladly obliging while she stroked the head of his cock on her tight ass. He groaned and dug his fingers into her firm butt cheeks.
She pumped a little and gasped with a near painful squeal when the head of his cock penetrated. Daniel wrapped his arms around her waist and latched his fingers to her shoulders, fighting the sudden urge to push hard, drive his cock into that forbidden opening. He groaned and grunted while she pressed his face to the valley of her breasts. Hearing her racing heart mixed with her soft worried moans made him near crazy with the need, made him drag his nails down her back in a slow silent beg.
She filled her hands with his hair and pulled as she moved her hips down a little. She cried out in another painful squeal and the heat in his cock jerked in an odd way. “Ffffuck! Sofia!” He gasped against her breast as he fought the animal inside that reared to life, wanting him to ram his cock in and tear flesh. Devastate her purity. Make her scream in pain.
“Okay okay,” she panted, “you’re okay.”
Daniel’s body trembled in strain. He wanted to tell her to relax but he suddenly couldn’t talk. He was terrified with how close he was to hurting her. Daniel held on to her body tight as though it would keep him from falling into the dark pit pulling him.
“I love you, I love you.” She relaxed and stroked his head softly then slowly lowered onto him in consistent increments, tiny moans accompanying her hot breaths on his face. He should’ve been tied up for this, God he couldn’t stand it.
He threw his head back with a growl and Sofia went all the way down with a gasped cry. It severed his thread bare control and he let out a roar and grabbed the chains above him. If she moved just a little he’d fucking come everywhere, it was right there. But she remained perfectly still. He finally managed to look at her. She sat there, eyes closed, lips parted, agony streaked across her brow.
She reached behind her a few breaths later and twirled her fingers over his balls, beginning from near his ass moving up. My God she was fucking killing him.
Her other hand found its way to her clit with the sweetest moan.
Daniel’s orgasm raged up and he jerked the chains above him in an effort not to flick his hips. She watched him through heavy lids, most of her face softened with desire.
“Open wide for me baby,” she whispered.
Mother of God. Daniel opened his legs and latched his calves onto the edge of the chair, fighting not to buck his hips.
She slid her hand one last time over his balls then placed her palm on his abs and slowly raised up. Daniel clenched his eyes shut. “Fffffuck! Sofia!”
The light whimpers and moans she made speared his groin with fire—but then the pain he heard at the edges of every sound was slowly making him ill.
She became determined and picked up her pace. Daniel roamed his gaze over her, watching every curve move with her sweet, delicate passion. He fixated his eyes on her fingers between her full lips, struggling for a rhythm to compliment the new sensations. This was so not her thing, but damn she was resolute to make something happen.
She moved faster on him and threw the towel on the clit effort, using both hands to brace on his abs. But the tension in her brow…“God, stop!”
She froze and Daniel grunted and groaned. He shook his head and rolled his eyes shut.
“Did it hurt?” she asked.
What? He met her worried gaze and gasped his amazement. “It’s hurting you,” he said.
She fought to not show how true that was. “It wasn’t bad, really I’m sure once—”
“It’s okay.” The climax he’d nearly had was pure pleasure insanity, but with her pain, it was ruining the shit out of it. And part of him was ecstatic about that. Cause that was normal.
The last thing he wanted was to come back down from ecstasy with her and see the shadow of fear and pain in her eyes. Maybe even disgust. God he didn’t want to ever see that in her face. And the fact that he didn’t want those things astonished him.
She lifted her hips up and he gasped one last time, releasing the chains and collapsing onto the chair. Sofia collapsed right after him, her lips suddenly on his, kissing him. “Mmm, baby, you look beautiful when you’re feeling so good.”
He held her face and returned the kiss, showing his silent gratitude.
“And I swear it wasn’t as bad as I thought, it was kinda nice.”
He frowned against her lips. “You don’t need to lie.”
She pulled up a little. “No, for real, like it was not so bad.”
“You gave up on your clit.”
“Well yeah I did, but with practice—”
Daniel stifled her words with his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hungrily. She was ready to do it again. For him. He nibbled her lip lightly. “You hated it, I could tell and I’m glad.”
“No, hate is…wait, glad? Why?”
He stroked his hands along her back and cupped her firm ass. “Because…I don’t want you to like it.” He scratched the plump skin that filled his hands. “I like you Sofia. I like how different you are. No, I…I love how different you are. It’s what got me to where I am.”
Her smile beamed and lit up her eyes as she lifted a shoulder. “And where are you?”
She reminded him of a little girl eating up rare praise, and love nearly suffocated him. “I’m…” Daniel’s suddenly couldn’t speak and she slowly went serious at seeing it. “I’m in heaven.” The words strained out past the emotion clogging his throat. “Somehow. I don’t…really get it, I just know I’m there. And you gave me that. I don’t want you to like the shit I used to do, I want you to be you. My angel.”
He smiled and wiped the tears that ran down her face. She held his palm to her lips and kissed with closed eyes and brows furrowed. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.” A sob burst out. “Oh heck, I’m snotting on you,” she squealed, wiping his palm on her arm.
Daniel pulled her to his lips and kissed her with all his brand new clean passion that she’d given him. “I’m going to shower,” he breathed, kissing down her neck, “and then make love to you.”
She moaned, her fingers burrowing in his hair and scraping his scalp till he shuddered. “I was thinking…”
He regarded her and smiled at seeing the naughty look on her face. “What were you thinking?”
“Wellllll,” she began. “I mean I don’t want you to do stuff you think is bad but…I really enjoyed doing that to you. You know. Earlier?”
Daniel gasped and closed his eyes. “That…was fucking traumatically…” several seconds later he gave up trying to describe it. …I can’t find words to properly express it.”
“Bad?”
“No, God no. Not bad.”
She smiled a sexy smile. “I never dreamed fucking you would be so amazing and fun.”
“Oh my God, you really liked that?”
“Immensely.”
Daniel’s cock became painfully hard. “How do you want to do it this time?”
Desire took her completely over and she lea
ned in to kiss him with a savage passion. “However you want it.”
He gripped her head and kissed her back, stroking her tongue as he imagined just what he wanted. “I want to be tied up again.”
She gasped and moaned. “Tell me how you want to be tied.”
“On my stomach…with my legs open.”
Sofia pulled up a little. “Are you sure?”
She would remember he had issues with that. It was the worst position for him, but something told him it would be different with her. “I want to try.”
“Anything for you, you know that.” She kissed him with the most tender affection and he hugged her tight to his body.
Daniel showered and returned to the room and his heart stuttered at seeing Sofia had found the wardrobe holding various outfits. “Holy shit,” he whispered, frozen to the floor. She grinned and struck the riding crop on the leather chair and then put her black thigh-high leather boot on it. Daniel slowly approached her, his gaze going from the dark half mask over her eyes, down to the matching bodice with the leather lace up front, only there was something off about it. As he got closer, he realized she had it upside down. In that second, her ankle gave way and she flailed her arms and Daniel hurried to catch her before she could hit the floor.
With a gasp she latched onto his arms as he righted her. “Bet you never saw sexy like that, right?”
Her soft sweet words stole Daniel’s breath. He stared at her lowered face, pink with humiliation and put his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. The pure innocence in her gaze nearly hurt him. There she stood, decked out in his perverted life, stripping herself of who she was all to enter scary unfamiliar waters. For him.
He reached down and took the riding crop from her hand and tossed it on the chair.
“I look stupid, I’m sure.”
The desire came out of left field like a rogue comet. Daniel leaned and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He carried his beautiful wife out of his dark life, down the stairs, and into a bedroom. His childhood bedroom. Laying her on the bed like the heavenly treasure she was, he silently stripped her of his past, caressing the pure delicate curves that were his future as he went. As though she sensed the turn of events, she didn’t say a word, she just let him have her how he needed. Pure. Angelic. Undefiled. Perfect.
And his.
He lowered his head to the swell of her delicate breasts and cherished them with his lips and tongue, stroking his fingers reverently along her body. He filled his mouth with her aroused nipple and she slid her fingers into his hair. An arch of her back pushed her breast into his mouth and she moaned, feeding Daniel what he had to have.
Just her.
His beautiful Sofia. Sweet and selfless. Eager to love him no matter how it hurt her.
Daniel moved until his body covered hers. He stared into her gaze, feeling the freedom she’d given him. When could he ever look anybody in the eyes during sex?
Never.
He reached down and stroked his cock softly over her folds, relishing in watching her, watching her gaze soften with desire. But it was the love that changed it all. She stroked her legs over his, her inner thighs eagerly against his sides, squeezing, silently begging him. Her love speared through him like a hot iron, undeniable, inescapable and Daniel answered it by driving his tongue into her mouth and his cock home inside her. Yes, she was home.
With his face pressed against hers, he stroked in and out of her, feeling her everywhere and in every way, listening to her sweet cries in his ear, her songs to his heart. Daniel danced with her to its sacred tune, faster and harder until they both exploded into a million pieces of hot light. Then he kissed her as they floated down through the layers of heaven she took him to when they made love.
Made love.
Daniel never dreamed he would ever be capable of such a thing.
Chapter Eight
“Mmmmm, you were right to make me eat, I was starving.” Sofia licked butter from her fingers and winked at Daniel who sat on the stool next to her in only his gorgeous black tight BVD’s. Geeze what was he even doing with her? She suddenly felt like trailer-park trash in her tattered terrycloth robe.
He finished off the last of his bacon. “I can’t have you passing out.”
Sofia downed her milk and set it on the counter, and Daniel suddenly stopped chewing. He seemed in deep thought as he stared at her plate.
“What?”
He looked at her, his eyes narrowed. “Oh my fucking God.”
“What!”
He stared at her like she were some kind of freak. “You’ve been eating like a pig.”
Sofia balked with wide eyes at the unexpected harsh words.
He unzipped her robe and opened it, feeling her breasts like he searched for some hidden object. He looked at her and Sofia’s heart raced with fear. “What? What’s wrong?”
“That’s why you taste different.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re fucking pregnant,” he muttered.
“What? What are you talking about!”
He stared at her until Sofia was pretty sure it was suspicion that darkened his eyes.
“That’s ridiculous…I’m on the pill, I…”
“Exactly.” His tone stung. Like if that were true how could it be? “Not to mention, Sofia, I’ve had a vasectomy.”
The news of that threw her for such a loop she had to blink through it. She was suddenly torn on what to be pissed at first. Clearing her own name was instinctual because she did it without thought. “No, no, I’m…” Sofia thought carefully, remembering that one time she thought she’d missed. No, she specifically remembered sorting out that she was wrong, she hadn’t missed. “I’ve had a period.”
“Really?” Like that was lousy proof. “What kind?”
“What kind, the bloody kind, what do you mean—”
“Was it heavy?”
“No, but none of them are it was…” she thought about it. “Was…”
“Light brown, never got really red.”
She looked at him with wide eyes, torn with the shock of it being possible and his accusing tone.
“Get dressed, we’re going get a test.”
Sofia watched as Daniel flew upstairs and finally followed on numb legs. Shit. It couldn’t be. And why was he acting so…not happy, so freaked, like she’d what, fucked around on him? And vasectomy? She could hardly believe he hadn’t told her. Was she just never supposed to be a mother? He was so concerned with her knowing all his dark secrets and he didn’t have the decency to tell her something like that?
Sofia’s entire body trembled as she dressed. She felt like she walked in a surreal nightmare, one minute she was in heaven, the next, hell. On her way downstairs, a wave of nausea swooped down on her and she braced on the pine baluster. All in her head. Her nerves from…from Daniel being a dick, that’s all. The idea that she might be pregnant and Daniel hating it made her sick. She hurried downstairs in sneakers, faded jeans, and her sexy red conforming tank top that she suddenly felt way stupid in.
She sat on the couch waiting then heard a horn. Hurrying to the door, she found Daniel already in the car. Geeze.
She flew down the steps and got in and he threw the car in gear before she could even get her seat belt on. Wow. “Are you like a vampire and worried the baby will chew its way out of my body in a week?”
“No.”
The derision in that single word felt like a slap. Like he wished it were that instead of the real horror which was…hmmm, who knew?
“Well, try and get us there in one piece.”
He flicked his gaze over her body. “Good you have your seatbelt on.”
“Yes, I’d say I need it.” Sofia couldn’t bring herself to ask what his problem was, she was sure it would piss her the fuck off and yet not knowing was no better. Hopefully he’d explain his attitude any second.
But the seconds stretched into minutes while Sofia pretended to focus on the wooded scene
ry. They drove in complete ridiculous silence, every pregnant second grinding on her nerves until…shit. “Pull over!” She slapped her hand over her mouth so she didn’t vomit everywhere.
Daniel skidded to a stop on the shoulder and Sofia threw open the door and spilled her guts for several minutes, shoving Daniel’s concerned hand off her back.
When she was finally done, he handed her a napkin. “Fucking morning sickness,” he muttered.
She stared at him with all the perturbed she could muster at hearing his I knew it doom tone. Daniel maneuvered the car back onto the road, his face furious.
Her chest hurt. She found it difficult to breathe and opened the window. “Wow.”
“What? Are you sick?”
“Oh yeah, sick of your fucking attitude.” She looked at him and he didn’t dare meet her glare. “Vasectomy?”
The hum of pavement was all that could be heard as she waited for an explanation. So she didn’t even deserve that much apparently.
She took a careful breath, drawing on her anger. “Did you ever think that maybe I might want to be a mother?”
He snorted. “It’s not like I could undo it, Sofia.”
“But you could’ve told me about it, I mean what if I wasn’t able to have children and didn’t—”
“I’d be thrilled.”
“Well I’m not fucking thrilled Daniel, I happened to want children!”
“Then you can adopt one.”
“Oh, easy peasy lemon squeezy, well maybe I want one of my own, you ever think of that?”
“Yes in fact I have thought of it, I’m thinking a lot of it right at this moment, and I’m wondering who the fuck is the father.”
Sofia gasped on fury. “Stop this fucking car.”
He glanced at her. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening to me.” She put her hand over her mouth.
“Are you sick?”
“Yes I’m fucking sick,” she screamed at him. “You bastard how can you do this to me!”
Daniel pulled off the road and Sofia suddenly felt like her entire world was in pieces at her feet and couldn’t stop the avalanche of sobs.