by Leah Brooke
Despite the hunger clawing at her, Kelly couldn’t hold back a smile. A moan escaped when his finger plunged into her, a moan she swallowed almost immediately.
“Careful, love.” Blade’s voice held a hint of warning that made her pussy clench on his finger. “You’ve been pushing me for days. Did you think I would let you get away with that forever?”
Bending low, he brushed his lips over her mound, his eyes steady on hers as he moved his finger inside her pussy, pressing at a spot that he knew drove her wild. “You’re my most valuable possession, love.”
Smiling at her gasp, he raised a brow. “Indignant, are you? Well, too bad. You knew what you were getting into when you married me, and you’ve been pushing my limits to see how far you could go. This body is mine, and I’m taking care of it the way I see fit. You really have no say in it at all, so you’d better start behaving yourself.”
He tapped her clit, his eyes narrowing when she jolted and gasped. “Keep absolutely still. No squirming. No jolting. Brace yourself, Kelly. I want to enjoy you and I don’t want you moving around while I do it.”
Knowing how good her husband was with that decadent mouth, Kelly sucked in another breath and nodded, squeezing her eyes closed as he lowered his head.
Blade moved his finger again, his slow strokes pressing against her inner walls. “Not a sound, and you stay exactly like this.”
Her pussy clamped down on his finger, her clit throbbing at the feel of his warm breath caressing it.
Something about Blade seemed different, but with desire clouding her thoughts, she couldn’t focus enough to figure out what.
Holding her breath, she waited, knowing just how potent and wicked her devious husband could be, but even after all the time she’d been married to him, she wasn’t prepared for the intensity of his lips closing over her clit, nor for the strong tug as he sucked her clit hard.
Too aroused to hold back, she cried out at the sharp sensation, the tingling heat so extreme, she pushed her heels against the mattress to jerk away, groaning in frustration at the loss of contact.
Rushing to pull her knees back up again, she squeezed her eyes closed, her breath coming out in hoarse whimpers.
Hanging on the edge, Kelly fought the warning tingles, so close to coming that she wanted to scream. Frustrated that Blade let her get away, she waited with breathless anticipation for him to pull her back and put his mouth on her again.
And waited.
Trembling as the tingling grew stronger, the pleasure holding her on the razor sharp edge, Kelly whimpered in agony and looked down to see him braced on an elbow and watching her.
Gritting her teeth, she spread her thighs wider. “Please!”
Blade’s cold smile sent a chill through her, one that did nothing to cool the heat raging through her. “It seems you’ve forgotten quite a bit, love. Or, did you think that I was going to be more lenient with you now?”
Stunned, Kelly could only stare at him as he rose from the bed to stand beside her.
She knew this Blade, and yet she didn’t.
The Master she knew well lay somewhere behind Blade’s dark, glittering eyes—the doting and overprotective husband apparent in the slight smile that played at his lips.
There was something, though, different about both of them—something she couldn’t quite put her finger on—but that she wanted with every fiber of her being.
“Blade!” She couldn’t stay silent, but she kept her voice at a whisper. “Please.” Releasing her grip, she reached for him and started to rise. “I want—”
His smile fell, his expression hardening. “Did I tell you that you could move?”
Kelly stilled, searching his features, an erotic chill going through her at his warning beneath the deliberately casual question. “Um, no.” She rolled to her back again, her face burning when Blade looked pointedly at her legs and back to her again, a dark brow going up.
Swallowing heavily, Kelly spread her knees and slowly lifted them to her chest, using her hands against the bottom of her inner thighs to keep them there. Taking a shuddering breath at the sharp awareness as Blade’s heated gaze lingered on her slit, Kelly bit her lip to hold back another moan.
Blade moved to her side again and towered over her, running his hand up and down her shin, his expression hard and much colder. “You were told not to move, and you moved. You were told not to speak, and you spoke. You’re obviously not as ready for this as you claimed.”
She’d underestimated him.
It struck her suddenly how tender he’d been over the last year.
She’d almost forgotten the thrill that went through her when he looked at her with that gleam in his eyes.
Blade tapped her clit, his eyes narrowing when she stiffened and gasped. “Very good.”
The mattress dipped as he knelt on it again and positioned himself between her thighs. “It appears you think I’ve gone soft.”
Her gaze went to his cock, her mouth going dry even as her pussy leaked more moisture.
Blade smiled faintly. “No, not there. I’m always hard for you.” Gripping the backs of her knees, he nodded toward the headboard. “Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go.”
Positioning his cock at her pussy entrance, he raised a brow. “Because you disobeyed me, you won’t be coming tonight.”
A whimper escaped before Kelly could prevent it. Tightening her hands on the slats of the headboard, she bit her lip to keep from begging him to let her come.
Hooking her legs over his arms, Blade braced himself over her with a hand pressed to the mattress on either side of her waist. “No coming tonight, love. You’re going to pay for pushing me to do something you’re not ready for.”
* * * *
Blade had never been so close to losing control in his life.
Pressing his cock deeper into his wife’s hot, velvety pussy, he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away.
The pink flush and sheen of perspiration made her skin look even softer and dewy, making him want to explore every beautiful inch of her.
She didn’t speak, but mouthed please as he began to stroke in and out of her, her pussy clamping down on his cock with every slow thrust.
Keeping his tone cool and controlled cost him a great deal, but somehow he managed it. “I said no, Kelly. No coming. I won’t let you.”
The ripple of her inner walls around his cock warned him that she was close to coming, so he stopped stroking, forcing a cold smile. “Did you think I couldn’t tell? I know your body, love, as intimately as I know my own.”
His arms began to shake, his balls tight and hot as he waited for her to back from the edge, but he didn’t allow his expression to falter.
She was so damned beautiful. So passionate. He knew he had to get control of the situation as soon as possible, and hope that dominating her in this way would put a stop to her need to challenge him, and convince her to let him take her with the tenderness she needed.
Once she settled some, he began thrusting into her again, alert to any change that would warn him that she was on the verge of coming.
Her soft cries tugged at his cock, and the knowledge of how easy it would be to send her over proved far too irresistible.
But, he had to resist.
He had to make sure that she stopped daring him to inflict the kind of erotic pain that she craved, but that she was far too delicate to accept now.
She was too damned delicate now, and it got harder and harder to resist her.
Blade sucked in a breath when she tightened on him again, so close to coming that his cock leaked moisture. “Again, love? You really need to come, don’t you?”
Her soft, wet pussy sucked him in, the feel of her all around him stirring the Dominant inside him.
He pushed it back again, a task he found more difficult each time he did it.
He wanted her. Badly. He wanted to take her to the secret place that gave her the most pleasure, the place they’d discovered together.
> He wanted her to come the way he knew she could, to have an orgasm so intense that she lost control of herself and let him take over completely.
Smiling at the fury and frustration that glittered in her eyes, Blade forced himself to remain still until she settled again, his patience and control stretched to the max.
The tingling in his balls couldn’t be contained any longer and with several sharp thrusts in rapid succession, he let himself go with a groan, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. The tingling travelled up and down his spine as he emptied himself into her, the force of his orgasm stunning him.
The need in Kelly’s eyes ripped him to shreds, the desperate way she rocked her hips driving him insane.
With a curse, he withdrew, leaving his wife desperate and unsatisfied, something he’d never done to her before.
Gathering her close, he crooned to her, overcoming her struggles and running his hands up and down her back to calm her while trying to stop his own shaking. “Calm down, honey.”
“I don’t want to calm down, damn it! I want to come.”
“No.”
It was a word he didn’t use often with her, and one that left a bad taste in his mouth.
It would be worth it, though, if the threat of being left unsatisfied curbed her daring.
He could only hope.
Keeping his voice hard and cold, he slapped her hand away from her clit, gritting his teeth against the need to make her come hard and fast over and over again until she was so weak, she forgot all about defying him.
“Please, Blade, don’t do this to me.” The tortured look in her eyes reminded him so much of the way she looked at him in the ambulance that he crumbled.
Damn it, he couldn’t resist giving her whatever she wanted.
Holding on to his cold demeanor, he released her and stood next to the bed, determined not to give in to her completely.
“Fine. If you want to come, come. But, I won’t help you.”
He dropped down on to the bed again and waved a hand. “Be my guest.”
He knew his wife well enough to be able to read her expression.
Her surprise that he would go back on his word and let her come mingled with a trace of disappointment.
Furious at himself for weakening, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched her, frowning. “Well? If you’re going to masturbate, I want you to do it in front of me. Even though I’m not the one making you come, your orgasms still belong to me.”
* * * *
Kelly blinked, not sure what had happened.
She was still aroused, but she didn’t want to come at her own hand. She wanted to come at his.
“I’m not masturbating in front of you.”
Blade’s dark brow went up. “Then you’re not masturbating at all.”
Kelly gulped when he reached out to caress her nipple, the need to come still clawing at her. Not daring to move, fought the urge to press her thighs closed to release the throbbing of her clit.
“I’m sorry.”
Blade’s expression closed, his eyes becoming unreadable. “What are you sorry for?”
Suppressing her shrug, Kelly fisted her hands at her sides, the soft friction of Blade’s finger over her beaded nipple sending sharp heat to her slit and making her tremble even harder. “For not obeying you. For pushing you.”
Blade gave her nipple a last tap and stood, bending to pick up the towel before straightening to his full height. “Good. Remember that. I’ll take you slow and easy until I feel that you’re ready for more. Your insistence for me to give you more than you can handle isn’t doing either one of us any good.”
She blinked again as he strode back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Still aroused, she got up from the bed and began pacing to work it off.
She couldn’t leave things this way. She had to prove to her husband that she was strong enough to handle the dominant side of him—that she needed to submit to him again.
She wanted their sex life to get back to normal.
Pausing, she smiled to herself.
Their sex life had never been what she would have considered normal before she met him, but now the combination of tender loving, raw heated sex that burned up the sheets that sometimes included erotic pain and toys, and sessions in the playroom had become completely normal.
And she wanted it back.
Now, she just had to figure out how to goad Blade into doing it.
Without being left needy and frustrated.
* * * *
Bracing himself against the bathroom counter, Blade fought to get himself together.
He’d just had her and he wanted her again.
And again.
His hunger for her, stronger now than ever, made him even more determined to protect her from his own need to dominate.
He had to find a way to appease her need to submit, one that didn’t stoke the fire of his need to dominate.
Now, he just had to figure out how to do it.
Without either one of them being left needy and frustrated.
Chapter Nine
Blade couldn’t wait to get home to his wife.
He’d thought of little else all day, so distracted by thoughts of the way she’d been the night before that he’d missed an entire conversation that he and his business partners, Royce and King were supposed to be having.
He hadn’t gotten a damned bit of work done, and had stared at the computer screen for an hour and a half, unable to focus on the application in front of him.
His darling wife was driving him crazy.
He’d lingered that morning, never tiring of watching her breast feed their son, and called her earlier just to hear her voice.
He’d thought he’d had it bad before, but after almost losing her, he didn’t want to let her out of his sight.
He’d loved her almost from the beginning, but what he felt for her now was so much more.
It had been so long since he’d been able to make love to her the way that he knew they both needed, and the tension inside him made it difficult to focus on anything except her.
Tonight, he would make love to her with enough passion to satisfy both of them, but with the tenderness she deserved and needed.
King slapped him on the back, startling him out of his musings. “Why don’t you go home? You’re here, but your head’s on your wife and son.”
Blade scrubbed a hand over his face and reached for his coffee, hoping that some caffeine would help him focus. “No, I’ve already dumped too much on you and Royce.” He took a sip of his coffee, grimacing to find it cold.
King grinned. “You’re making more of a mess than you’re helping. You’ve matched up submissives with other submissives, and booked two Doms into the same room at the hotel.”
Grimacing, Blade pushed away from his desk. “To hell with it. I’ll make it up to you when Brenna gets pregnant. Maybe by then, I’ll have a handle on this.” Turning his head, he looked at the monitor showing the empty playroom, and couldn’t stop thinking about the first time he’d taken Kelly to his playroom and showed her the passion inside her, while teaching her to trust him.
They’d come a long way since then, and he’d loved every step of their journey.
King touched his arm. “You had a hell of a scare, and you and Kelly have been through a lot in the past year. You’ve been on pins and needles a long time. Things will settle back to normal soon, and when they do, you’ll both feel better.”
“Normal.” Restless and edgy, Blade got to his feet and went to the window. “I don’t know what the hell normal is anymore.”
King chuckled. “You’re probably sleep deprived. Once Hawke lets you get some sleep, you’ll both feel better.”
Hawke was a good sleeper, especially after eating so much before Kelly put him down for the night, but Blade nodded anyway. “You’re right. I’ll be at home if you need me.”
“It’s slow around here right now. I’ll wor
k on this for a while and then I’ll go up to Brenna. Royce is already with her. Spend as much time as you can with Kelly and Hawke before this next group gets here.”
“Yeah.” Blade headed for the door, more anxious than ever to get to Kelly.
She’d been in a strange mood earlier, and he didn’t like not knowing why.
Not knowing what his woman was thinking could be very dangerous.
* * * *
Careful to be quiet in case Hawke was sleeping, Blade entered his house, listening for Kelly as he hung up his coat and tugged off his boots. Hearing water running in the kitchen, he headed in that direction, his body tight with anticipation.
Finding his wife standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes, he paused at the doorway just to look at her.
The tight jeans she wore hugged her rounded bottom to perfection, making his hands itch to cup her there.
To yank her jeans down too her knees and press his lips against the soft, rounded flesh.
To turn her over his knee and spank her, warming her ass and spreading the heat until she squirmed over his lap and begged him to take her.
He had to be gentle with her now, but he sure as hell planned to hear those screams of pleasure again.
The playroom was soundproof.
No. He couldn’t risk taking her there.
He’d have to keep her quiet so they didn’t wake the baby and put an end to their loving.
“Where’s Hawke?”
* * * *
Kelly cried out and jolted, startled by Blade’s sharp tone. She’d been so deep in thought that she hadn’t even heard him come in.
Turning at the waist, she smiled at the picture her husband made as he leaned against the doorway.
Blade looked at her much like he did when they’d first met—his eyes filled with hunger, and his body tight with tension.
Wiping her hands, she turned to face him, leaning back against the counter. “He’s sleeping. You’re home early. Is something wrong?”