Dark Desire: Earning Hope's Submission [More Desire, Oklahoma 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

Frowning, she ran her fingertip over his chest. “And that’s what you needed from me?”

  Ace smiled and caught her hand in his. “It is, but I’m under no illusions. I know how hard it was for you to give so much of yourself, and I know you’ll fight it.”

  “It is hard for me.”

  “I know, which makes it even more precious to me.”

  “What if I can’t do it again?”

  “You will. You liked it as much as I did, and now that you’ve had a taste of what it means to submit completely, you’re gonna want more.”

  He leaned her back over his arm and licked her nipple, his eyes sharp with possessive intent. “And now that I’ve had a taste of my beautiful wife’s complete surrender, I will do everything in my power to taste it again.”

  * * * *

  Hope felt the shift in their relationship but didn’t quite know what it meant or how things would be different.

  It didn’t take long for her husband to show her.

  After soaking in the tub, he started the shower and carried her into it, washing both of them before turning off the water and leading her out.

  He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist before grabbing another and reaching for her.

  Hope held her hand out for the towel, pausing and dropping her hand when Ace frowned in disapproval and shook his head. “No. I’m drying you.”

  Standing on the thick mat, Hope allowed her husband to dry her, sucking in a breath when he paused to kiss her mound, sighing his name.

  Realizing what she’d done, she stiffened. “I’m sorry.”

  He continued his way down her legs, urging her to lift one foot and then the other. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He rose to his full height, tossing the towel aside as he gripped her chin. “That is, of course, unless you plan to take this deeper.”

  Intrigued, Hope sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, flattening her hands on his chest. “In what way?”

  “By allowing me to take care of you the way I want to. I want it to continue.”

  She couldn’t forget the number of times he’d fed her or the number of times he’d taken care of her after her bath or shower.

  In recent months, she’d always rushed to do it herself, feeling silly for how much she liked having her husband do things for her that she could do herself.

  It had never occurred to her that he’d missed it.

  “It makes me feel silly.”

  “There’s no reason to feel silly. I told you how much I like spoiling you.” He led her to the counter, placing a fresh towel on the surface before lifting her to sit on it.

  He reached for her jar of moisturizer. “I like taking care of my possessions.”

  Stilling, Hope frowned. “That’s one of the things that I have trouble with. I see the other submissives with collars, and I feel like their Masters only think of them as possessions.”

  Ace set the jar aside and lifted her left hand, running his fingers over the rings he’d placed there. “And I look at it the same way I do these. I put these here, and it shows that you’re mine. A brand of sorts and primitive, but very satisfying. When you look at these, do you think of yourself as my possession, or as the woman I chose to spend my life with?”

  Hope smiled. “Like the woman you chose to spend your life with.”

  “Good.” He reached for the jar again and scooped out a generous amount with his fingers. “The collar is something like that. A Dom collars the person he chooses as his submissive. Wearing the collar signifies that the submissive accepts him as her Dominant and wants to belong to him. Lean back.”

  Bracing herself on her hands, Hope leaned back, moaning at the feel of his hands moving over her breasts. “I want a collar.”

  Chuckling, Ace continued to spread the cream all over her breasts before moving to her shoulders and belly. “Of course you do.” He scooped out more of the cream and started on her thighs and mound. “I’ve got news for you, baby, you already have one. In fact, you have two.”

  Sitting up, Hope grinned, wondering if her husband would ever stop surprising her. “Really? Let me see.”

  “No.” Ace picked her up and set her on her feet before turning her. “Bend over.”

  Hope hurriedly bent over, bracing her hands on the counter and staring at his reflection in the mirror. “Why can’t I see them? Why haven’t you given them to me?”

  Ace scooped out more cream and began to smooth it over her back. “Because you hadn’t earned them. You’ve been fighting your surrender from the beginning. Because you were so good tonight, I may let you wear your public one tomorrow. We’ll just have to see how well you behave for the rest of the night.”

  Vowing to do whatever it took to get her first collar, Hope grinned. “I’ll behave.”

  After scooping out more of the cream, Ace crouched behind her, smoothing it over her legs. “We’ll see. For the rest of the night, as long as we’re alone, you’re to address me properly.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smoothed cream over her ass. “Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see that tight opening.”

  Hope rushed to obey him, stunned that a single dark command from him could send such a surge of arousal through her and send her into the erotic world of dark desire with such ease.

  Trembling, she gasped when he ran a fingertip lightly over her puckered opening. “Beautiful. And mine.”

  “Yes, Master!”

  “Good.” Rising to his full height, he reached for her comb and gently ran it through her hair until it was free of tangles.

  Setting the comb aside, he bent to kiss her shoulder, sending a rush of heat to her nipples. “Come on. I want my dessert before bed.”

  Hope allowed him to lead her to the bedroom, her entire body tingling with awareness.

  Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he retrieved a condom. “Put this on me.”

  Hope’s hands shook as she took the condom from him and clumsily ripped it open. Inwardly cursing at her own clumsiness, Hope focused on taking the condom out of the package and slowly rolling it on to her husband’s impressive erection.

  He ran his fingers through her damp hair. “Good girl. Now, lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Hope scrambled to get into position, smiling up at him.

  Bracing a hand on either side of her hips, Ace stared down at her, his expression hard and cold. “Part your folds and show me that clit.”

  With shaking hands, Hope obeyed him, sucking in a breath at the feel of air moving over her sensitized clit.

  Shifting his weight to one powerful arm, he reached down to lightly caress her clit. “This is mine.”

  Swallowing heavily, Hope fought to keep her legs from shaking. “Yes, Master.”

  “I can touch whatever I want to touch—take whatever I want to take—whenever I want to.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Stunned that she found herself fighting not to come so soon, Hope whimpered.

  “If you decide to fight your submission, I’ll take your collars away again.”

  “I won’t fight it anymore, Master.” At this point, she didn’t even know if she could.

  “We’ll see. Keep yourself spread while I have my dessert. You’re to remain still and quiet and let me enjoy myself without your interference. This is for me. Not for you.” His eyes hardened, a muscle in his jaw clenching. “It’s mine to enjoy as I want, and I won’t tolerate any interference. You may come, but that has nothing to do with when I’m finished. Understood, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Hope sucked in a breath. She’d never seen her husband so intense before, and it thrilled her so much that she wondered why she’d fought it for so long.

  “Good. I’m sure your clit couldn’t stand the whip right now, but it’s exactly what you’ll get if you move or let go of your folds. Keep yourself spread wide so I can enjoy what’s mine.”

  Hope sucked in a breath, stiffening in anticipation.

  Ace’s expertise with his mouth promised
pleasure and torment, but she reached deep inside her for the willpower she knew she would need to take it.

  Ace lowered himself to kneel on the floor, lowering his head to her slit.

  The first swipe of his tongue made her question her own willpower.

  Her legs shook at the intense pleasure as he continued to use his mouth on her, his tongue flicking against her clit several times in rapid succession before delving into her pussy.

  When he flattened his tongue and ruthlessly focused on her clit, Hope began to question her own sanity.

  Nothing existed except pleasure and obeying him.

  Her hands shook, and when her slit became soaked, she struggled to keep her grip on her folds.

  Nothing mattered except giving her Master what he wanted.

  Her nipples ached, her pussy clenching incessantly as the pleasure mounted, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back her orgasm much longer.

  Her clit burned, her toes curling with the effort to remain still.

  Her breathing became ragged, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as he began to suck on her clit.

  The tingling heat burst into a shower of sensation, one that radiated to every part of her body.

  She jerked several times, but biting her lip, she fought to hold back her cries and remain as still as possible.

  Ace didn’t even slow down.

  He continued to lick her entire slit, focusing on her clit before stabbing his tongue into her again as if determined to get every drop of her juices.

  Her clit still burned, so sensitized that even the lightest stroke of his tongue made her jolt.

  He licked her again, his tongue caressing before becoming demanding again.

  Closing his lips over her clit, he started all over.

  This time, he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her against his mouth.

  With her thighs draped over his broad shoulders, Hope pressed her feet against his back in an effort to remain still but shook so hard she was afraid of losing her grip on her folds.

  The pleasure built again, slower but more powerful.

  The muscles in her thighs and bottom clenched of their own accord as her Master continued to devour her.

  She could do nothing to prevent it, her entire focus on keeping her folds spread and remaining still and quiet.

  And the pleasure continued to build.

  Every swipe of his tongue over her clit felt like flames licking at it.

  The next time the muscles of her ass cheeks clenched, she became aware that her Master had slid his thumbs closer to her bottom hole, tightening his grip against her spasming muscles.

  He rose slightly to kneel on the edge of the bed, lifting her higher in a way that forced her legs to part wider and her knees to fall back against her.

  Sucking in breath after breath, she found she had to part her legs wider so that she didn’t lose her grip on her folds, biting back a cry when his thumbs dug in and parted her puckered opening enough to make it sting.

  Her next orgasm hit her hard, rolling through her with a strength that stole her breath, her body tightening in a way that almost made her lose her grip on her folds.

  Panicked, she cried out and tightened her fingers against her folds, her breath coming out in harsh pants when her husband ran his tongue from her clit to her pussy and to her puckered opening and back again before lifting his head.

  “Good girl. I want more, but this time, I’ll take pity on you. Hands over your head.”

  Weak, but determined to obey him, Hope lifted her hands over her head, crying out when he thrust into her pussy.

  He fucked her hard and fast, going deep with every stroke, not even giving her time to catch her breath before throwing them both over the edge again.

  Covering her body with his, he held her with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. “What a good girl you are. You’re perfect for me.”

  A sob escaped when his lips moved over her hair and temple. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, baby. So much. You don’t know what it does to me to have you this way.”

  Running her hands through his hair, she wrapped her legs tighter around him. “I’ll need too much. I’m scared you’ll get bored with me.”

  Lifting his head, he smiled down at her. “Never.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You won’t understand this, but having you submit this way is more of a challenge to me.”

  Frowning, Hope found herself lost in his gaze. “Really?”

  “Of course. You’re mine in a deeper way. That increases my sense of responsibility for you, and my head is already spinning with all the things I want to do with you. To you.”

  Hope grinned up at him, sucking in a breath when he bent to take a nipple into his mouth. “For example?”

  Lifting his head again, he rose slightly, his eyes flaring with heat as he withdrew. “For example, I’m going to lube your ass really good before you go to sleep so that I can fuck it first thing in the morning. I want you going to the club with your new collar and your ass still sore from being fucked. A nice reminder that you belong to me completely now. Be still so I can get a cloth to clean you.”

  Hope had always been slightly embarrassed when he cleaned her after their lovemaking, but this time she felt cherished like never before.

  Once he’d finished cleaning her, he rose and gestured toward her side of the bed. “Get in and on your belly.”

  Lethargic and with her body still humming from the number of orgasms she’d had, Hope hurried to obey him, watching the bathroom door for his reappearance.

  Naked, he came back into the room, his cock already semi-erect again, and went to the nightstand drawer, retrieving the lube he kept there.

  “This excites you, doesn’t it?”

  Opening the tube, he sat on the bed next to her. “In more ways than you can imagine.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Squeezing a generous amount of lube on his fingertips, he paused to frown at her. “For what?”

  “For taking so long to give this to you.”

  Ace smiled. “I’m not. It’s a process, Hope. Trust builds over time. So does intimacy. Anything worth having is worth working for—and waiting for.” He bent to kiss her shoulder and smiled. “Just imagine what it’ll be like to build on this.”

  “Dear God.”

  Parting her ass cheeks, Ace pressed a firm finger against her puckered opening, the cool lube easing his way as he slid it into her ass and began to slowly stroke her inner walls. “Boggles the mind, doesn’t it?”

  Hope groaned and buried her face against the pillow. “I can’t believe how it feels when you touch me there.”

  “I love impaling your ass. You always have that little catch in your breath. It always seems to surprise you.” He bent lower to look in her eyes. “And that look of vulnerability in your eyes is irresistible. Sometimes, I want to shove something in your ass just to see that look.”

  He withdrew his finger and reached for the lube again, liberally coating his fingers. “Turn over. Knees to your chest.”

  Hope sucked in a breath, suspecting she knew exactly what he wanted from her. Obeying him, she began trembling again when he moved to kneel between her thighs.

  “Good girl.” Leaning over her, Ace fisted a hand in her hair to keep her gaze on his as he slid his finger into her ass again.

  “There’s that look.”

  Hope fought the urge to close her eyes, the intimacy of him staring down at her while sliding his finger into her ass overwhelming.

  Ace smiled. “This is mine, Hope. Mine. There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. You were strong enough to give it to me. You should be proud of how much pleasure I get from it. From all of you. You’re mine, Hope. I’m a rich man, but you’re my most precious possession. You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Hope woke the next morning, lying on her belly, with the feel of warm lips on her shoulder
and a hard cock pressed at her puckered opening.

  Instantly awake, and stunned to find that she was already aroused, she spread her legs wider and lifted to her knees. Opening her eyes, she turned to meet Ace’s eyes. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning, what?” The head of his cock forced her muscles to give way and thrust into her ass.

  Chills racked her body while tingling heat raced through her, the two conflicting sensations warring inside her. “Good morning, Master! Dear God!”

  Her pussy and ass clenched, her clit already on fire. Needing more of his cock, she lifted higher to her knees.

  “Good morning, sub. Stick that ass up higher. I want all of it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Fisting her hands on either side of the pillow, she lifted into him.

  Straightening, he ran his hands down her back. “Arch your back, baby.”

  His demand, combined with his endearment, had both worlds combining into one.

  The world filled with love and affection and the dark world of erotic hungers combined, filling her with a sense of security that had everything inside her settling into place.

  Arching, she cried out when he thrust deep. “God. Yes!”

  He continued to thrust into her with slow strokes designed to drive her wild. “Hold on to the headboard. I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep. I want you to feel me there all day.”

  Hope reached for the headboard, closing her fingers around the slats just as he began to move faster.

  She doubted that she’d ever get used to having an orgasm just by being fucked in the ass, but the reality proved far different.

  Every stroke of his cock against her inner walls drove her higher, the stark intimacy of such an act and the feeling of being stretched wide all combined into something so incredible that she found herself racing toward release.

  “Don’t come.”

  A chill went through her at the ice in his voice, alarm knotting her stomach at the knowledge that she wouldn’t be able to obey him.

  “This is for me. Not for you. This is my ass to fuck, and your enjoyment has nothing to do with it.”

  She shouldn’t be so aroused at his harsh words.

  She shouldn’t be so aroused at feeling like an object of his pleasure.