Unforgettable (Family Justice Book 5)

by Suzanne Halliday

  Inspecting several of the drawers in the built-in he found all sorts of shit. One velvet-lined drawer held an assortment of butt plugs all neatly placed in separate sections.

  Another was crammed with a selection of lace and ribbon bondage ties. There were blindfolds and leather cuffs. Ball gags and nipple clamps. In a basket on one shelf he found every imaginable sensory tool. Feathers, fur gloves. Leather straps with biting studs. Clothes pins.

  The Wartenburg wheel visible on a shelf got a sly smile. He hadn’t introduced her yet to the arousing torture tool.

  Taking a long slender crop with a leather tab at the end off a shelf he circled back to where she stood.

  “Pull your dress up to your waist,” he demanded. “And bend over.”

  He let the pleasure inside him build slowly as he watched her obey his command. There was something intensely erotic about seeing her pull the conservative dress up to expose her ass and reveal the tiny thong she wore beneath. Bending forward in the sexy platform heels made her exposed cheeks and ass jut perfectly.

  “You are my priority, Angelina. Every minute of every day. Even when I’m sleeping, you are in my thoughts.”

  He let his words sink in.

  “When you forget a date,” he growled with angry emphasis on the word forget, “you disrespect me and our relationship.”

  He swung the crop just enough to cause a stinging slap when it hit her ass. She jumped at the contact and groaned. Giving her a brief second to catch her breath he slapped her other cheek just as hard.

  “Why am I punishing you, angel?”

  He slapped her ass again and she jumped only not as high.

  “I was disrespectful.”

  Slap on the other side.

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured in a fretful voice.

  He used the crop on each cheek to leave rapid stinging slaps that made her wince.

  “I’m not interested in sorry. Being sorry is lazy. Putting our relationship first takes work.”

  Parker had real talent with a crop. He’d been taught by some of the best back in his dungeon days. Same thing for floggers, rods, switches and the dreaded cat of nine tails. So he knew how to wield the tool in the right manner. His goal was to punish. Not mark.

  After a couple of stinging slaps he stopped and moved close.

  “What do you have to say?” he asked.

  “You are my priority Parker. Please forgive me. I would never disrespect you on purpose.”

  He respected that she qualified her statement. She hadn’t intentionally blown him off and wanted him to understand that.

  He tossed the crop aside and gently caressed her reddened ass. She trembled slightly and he smiled. Fisting her hair, he pulled her upright from behind and when she stood yanked her head to the side and sank his teeth into her neck.

  If they were going to do things his way, she was going to end up with marks only not from a crop. She went wobbly when his mouth mauled the sensitive skin but managed to stay on her feet.

  Decisions, decisions he thought as he looked at the zipper of her dress. His initial desire to shred what she wore had given way to other more polite and gentlemanly options, but now that he had the taste of her in his mouth, the die was cast.

  Fiddling with the hook on the zipper, he bit off a chuckle when her head dipped forward to give him access. Did she really think he was going to play the civilized lawyer?

  Offering a silent sorry, he took hold of the neckline of the dress on either side of the zipper and ripped it straight apart until the two segments of torn fabric settled around her waist. From there it was two quick yanks and the dress became a tattered pile of rags on the floor.

  He circled around her, real close, invading her personal space the entire time. Making a seductive production of sniffing her scent and breathing on her skin he teased his angel’s senses. Simple, basic power plays but boy did it ever get the result he wanted. First came the goosebumps. Then the slight tremors and finally a total body tremble that made his dick hard.

  He lifted her chin and gazed intently into her expressive eyes. He could actually see her taking mental steps toward that place where it really was just the two of them. The place where she told him once that she felt most content and peaceful.

  “You belong to me, angel. From the time you lay in a cradle to today and through every future day into forever, Angelina. You are mine.”

  Her eyes were huge and full of emotion.

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I know.”

  He gave the moment space and then spoke from his heart.

  “We’re already married, baby girl—just not in name—it’s time for you to be my wife.”

  She held his gaze and didn’t waiver.

  “Do you understand what that means?” he asked softly.

  His finger drifted from her chin down her neck to the sexy valley between her tits.

  He tsk’ed when she nodded. “Now, now, baby girl. You know the rules. I need to hear your words, your sighs, your moans, your cries. How else will I know what you need?”

  She had to lick her lips several times, a sure sign of arousal. He smiled and waited. Then with deliberate gentleness asked again, “Do you understand what being my wife means, angel?”

  “Yes.”

  The triumph he experienced filled him with enormous pleasure.

  “Then we start as we mean to proceed, yes?”

  She nodded her agreement. He looked around and then returned her avid stare. “The room is perfection, Angelina. Just like you.”

  The honest compliment lit up her face with joy.

  “When we come in here, this is what I want you to do.” Angie liked when he made bold requests so he did some fast thinking and went with his gut. “Unless told otherwise you will wear only panties. I like the come-fuck-me-heels so while they would be my preference, I’ll leave the footwear decision up to you. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. So take your bra off and let’s start.”

  He’d never seen her move so fast and chuckled lustfully when she sent the garment flying.

  “I’m guessing you’re eager to find out what being a wife really means?”

  Her giggle was sexier and got him hotter than a stack of porn magazines.

  “Think you can handle the uh, demands, baby girl?”

  “Absolutely,” she proclaimed with a prideful straightening and some real metal in her voice.

  Fire, pure carnal fire, hot enough to melt his bones, engulfed Parker’s senses. She was brave his angel. He liked that about her. She was no longer an innocent college student with a head full of romantic dreams willing to do whatever he wanted. The woman accepting his challenge knew who the fuck she was and understood exactly what he was asking of her. One look around this amazing room and it was clear that she came prepared with some game of her own and hadn’t shied away from things that might be considered extreme.

  It just wouldn’t be right to deprive her of a classic power move that he was sure she’d like, so he threw down with one final preparatory instruction.

  “Since I know of your randy bias for topping, you will enter the room and kneel beside whatever your pussy pleases.”

  She grinned from ear to ear and then he lowered the boom. “Of course that doesn’t mean you’ll get your way. Denial can be a useful tool.”

  He waved her on and stepped aside, curious to see what she did.

  He waited patiently while she looked around the room. He could see her considering all sorts of things and then she hesitated. The lip biting fascinated him as much as the indecision. Her eyes darted to him but he gave her nothing.

  When she calmly went to the wicked apparatus he eyed earlier and sank gracefully to her knees, he saw in her expression that she chose what she assumed would be his pleasure.

  With her eyes glued on him, he removed his shirt, slowly unbuttoning as he told her with his eyes what was going to happen. A rosy blush crept up her neck and her beauti
ful nipples puckered.

  It didn’t take long to strip down to a pair of black boxer briefs that dipped beneath his navel from the fierce hard on heavily dragging the material lower.

  “Panties off,” he commanded with a hoarse growl. “And turn around when you bend over. Show me what’s mine.”

  Angie wore heels like a runway model pro. The way she stood up, turned around and bent over while balancing on the sexy shoes was quite a sight. So too was what she revealed when she bent from the waist and gave a provocative shimmy to aid the thong’s slide down her legs.

  With the scrap of silk hanging from a finger, she straightened and pirouetted around to face him.

  It was all so ladylike that he laughed. Let’s see how ladylike she stays, he thought.

  Like Sir Galahad leading his lady fair to her throne, he offered his hand, which she took, and brought her to the side of a wooden apparatus with a heavily padded bench and leg holders.

  Helping her on, he took delight and satisfaction in watching as she settled and offered no resistance as he put her in position. Retrieving several lengths of silk bondage rope from a basket nearby, he tied her wrists to the bottom of the bench and secured each ankle to the padded arms she knelt on. The cushioned bench beneath her torso offered support and nothing else.

  Bound to the bench with her head to one side as she watched him, he took in the enticing sight she made. Her ass was beautiful and her knees spread quite wide. Wide enough that her pussy was fully exposed.

  Taking long moments to admire her bound and waiting for his pleasure he found the whole thing deeply intoxicating. Studying her open pussy, Parker licked his lips when he got a good view of how wet she already was.

  Seeing her desire made things easy. He returned to the drawers and selected a butt plug with a pink crystal and bottle of lube. A thought exploded in his head. Curious to see if she was as bold as he hoped, he bent down and opened a deep bottom drawer and found exactly what he expected. Glancing around quickly, he located a nearby plug and then took his goodies back to where she was bound.

  Running his fingers through the gooey fluid gathering at the entrance to her pussy he plucked at her clit and enjoyed the sweet sound of her whimpering moans.

  “I could fuck you right now without any foreplay and you’d come.” Thrusting a finger deep he chuckled when she tried to squirm. “Your eagerness pleases me very much, baby girl.”

  Fingering her with enthusiasm, Parker bit her ass repeatedly in between lusty smacks until she was dripping with need and shaking like crazy.

  “What a pretty sight,” he murmured when he used both hands to separate her ass cheeks.

  He took the princess plug and dribbled lube on the tip. As he started to tease her pretty rosette with the wicked toy he leered when her muscles clenched. He gave her ass a hearty swat.

  “Don’t resist, angel. That’s right,” he praised when she relaxed and let the shiny metal object slid into her hole. When the plug was fully inserted he bent and kissed one cheek. “That looks gorgeous, baby. When you marry me, I intend to fuck your ass. Maybe even first thing. The idea of taking your anal virginity turns me on.”

  Her low moan sounded like excitement to him. It was only right after all. He’d taken every other virginal first and she’d made it clear that experimenting with some ass play wasn’t off the table.

  Pulling an ottoman close for easy access to her body, he sat down and enjoyed the view. The butt plug really did look awesome and her lush pussy was practically pulsing with arousal.

  He could fuck her but that wasn’t how he intended to break her down. All that talk about obedience and disrespect wasn’t bullshit. The straw that broke his camel’s back was the way her foot dragging made him look. She wasn’t stupid. Maybe leading him around by his dick had been fun at first but the cumulative effect made him look like a giant wimp.

  She needed to learn where the line was and that she stepped over it big time.

  He flipped on the magic wand and heard her immediate whimper. His angel was not a fan of mechanical devices. It was an interesting facet to her personality. She needed the physical connection. Could he get her off without fucking? Sure. And she was eager most times for anything and everything unless the non-fucking fucking involved batteries or in this case, electricity.

  Vibrators and dildos were a single thread away from being on her hard limit list.

  Too bad for her that he had every intention of dominating her pussy until she couldn’t take any more. Then, and only then, would he find his pleasure inside her.

  Parting her lips, he dragged the wide vibrating head along her entire slit. She jerked and shook as the powerful vibrations teased her senses. Then he pressed it against the visible nub of her clit and she immediately started moaning.

  She squirmed, trying to escape the relentless vibe but her bindings made the effort futile.

  The sound of her panting and occasional whimpers made his cock throb.

  He stroked her sexy ass and kept the wicked wand where it’d do the most good.

  Parker laughed at her when she tried to lift her pussy off the device. “Stop it,” he chided. With a slight change in angles, he pressed the wand differently and adjusted the vibration higher.

  “Don’t pretend you don’t want to come,” he teased. “You know what I want, Angelina. Do it now.”

  She moaned, then her hips relaxed, and her clit connected fully with the wand.

  “Aw, yeah. That’s my good girl. I’m watching Angie. I can see your pussy throbbing and your clit is swollen with need. Come for me, honey. Don’t fight it.”

  He roared his pleasure when she let go and drenched them both with sweet come as she surrendered to the relentless stimulation.

  “Again,” he demanded. Switching the wand to maximum, he rubbed her clit in circles. She went wild and bucked against the restraints as he took her up and over one more time. This time when she came, her cries pushed him to the edge.

  Dropping the wand, he pulled his cock out and stood up. Without pause, he thrust into her, grabbing onto her hips when he was fully seated and ferociously grinding into her.

  Pulling out, he growled lustfully at the sight of his glistening cock. Slamming home, he grunted when she cried out.

  Parker kicked the briefs away and moved into a power stance, with one hand fisted in her hair and the other gripping the flesh of her ass. In that position he had no problem fucking her with an almost brutal intensity. She was so wet and turned on that he grunted each time his cock sunk and the juicy response of her pussy filled his ears.

  Toying with the plug he yanked her head and fucked non-stop.

  He was surprised when she came yet again, this time with a keening howl and a rush of heat and liquid that blew him away. Waiting until the delicious spasms stopped he held still and gave her time to come back.

  In a voice full of heat he told her in the filthiest terms what would happen next. Expressing pride and satisfaction for how she came, he outlined the final push. He was going to pound her good and she was to squeeze his cock with her pussy. When he came, he was going to go deep to fill her with his come and hold still so she could feel his cock jerk and throb.

  His sweet angel cried out her pleasure, encouraging him to fuck harder, go deeper, have all of her. So he did. When he felt the orgasm move into his balls, he slammed deep, held her hips and arched into her as his cock pulsed wildly.

  He heard her whimpering his name and crying “Oh god yes,” over and over.

  When his balls were empty he pulled out and lasciviously enjoyed seeing his come dripping from her reddened pussy.

  As he untied her, Parker stroked her back and lavished his praise. He also told her they weren’t anywhere near finished.

  After that he had her in the hallway, the kitchen and on the stairs. After a very sexy bath, they ended on their enormous bed with her on her knees, ass up, face down and her hands opening her body for him to take. She was delirious when he finished having been thoroughly
fuck-loved and coming so many times she was completely spent at the end.

  While nestled in his arms with a velvet throw covering them he felt her soft breath on his face. “Thank you.”

  That’s all she said. Just thank you.

  He’d dominated the holy fuck out of her. Pushed most of her buttons and went for it. And she’d answered his insatiable need. Hell. She more than answered. It was an exulting feeling. She was his and he hadn’t held back or tried to sugar coat what that meant. His angel gave him everything so willingly that he helplessly fell in total love with her over and over and over.

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  Feeling like the mystical creature she was named after, Angie floated on imaginary wings drifting along on the breeze of love. Was she having a romantic overload moment? Yes, thank god.

  Humming to herself, she gathered her hair in a sloppy tail and twirled it into a carefully wound topknot that required no clip. It was a skill many women possessed. Hairstyles on the run. And running she most certainly was.

  After their first escapade in the playroom, when she’d been fairly sure she had nothing left, they indulged in naked munchies that created something of a mess in the kitchen. Discovering that they’d been given a whipped cream canister as a housewarming gift, they read the directions and gave it a try. Don’t let anyone tell you that licking yummy fresh whipped cream off a big sexy man isn’t worth whatever cleanup she faced this morning.

  And she was sure it was a right royal mess too because some of that whipped cream mayhem made it upstairs to the bathroom where they made lovely use of the big soaking tub.

  All in all a satisfying and swoonworthy night, despite having stupidly pushed Parker past his limit.

  Singing Get Down Tonight, she disco-danced across the living room into the kitchen as KC and the Sunshine Band played along in her head. She stumbled to an awkward halt when she found Parker with a dishtowel tucked into his waistband wiping down the counters.