The Man I Love (The Man I Need Trilogy #3)

by Loretta Steel

  I was making it too easy for him to increase the time gap between our conversation and the result I wanted. The waiting was driving me mad. Each night I lay beneath the covers as he slept, one hand reaching down to my slick pussy as I rubbed away the frustration, listening to him snore.

  I was wild with lust and unable to get what I craved from him, I refused Blake access to my body, knowing full well that the lack of sex would eventually lead him to approach me.

  If he wanted to fuck me he’d have to give me what I needed.

  I could please myself with the pink dildo I’d bought on one of my recent shopping sprees with his credit card, unknown to him yet, of course. But he wouldn’t be able to resist my orchestrated poses as I bent down to collect a pen I’d dropped to the floor or had decided to fling my hair back away from my face and sat licking an ice-cream or sucking on a lollipop seductively. Eventually, he’d give in to his desires, and then I’d have won.

  I’d have my way, but I’d let him think that he’d achieved full alpha status.

  ‘Hah!’ I laughed to myself.

  He looked away from his monitor, but I caught the longing in his eyes.

  It was working, I thought, dipping the strawberry flavoured lollipop into my mouth and drawing it back out, slowly, holding his gaze as I did.

  BLAKE

  I couldn’t wait any longer. She was flirting and dancing that arse of hers at me at every opportunity she got, and I’d held back for three days. But without the feel of her warm body close to mine, the teasing had to end. One way or another, I’d have to remind her who was boss.

  I caught her unaware as she hung washing on the line, landing a sharp swat to her rear as she wiggled her arse at me as I watched from the window. She hadn’t heard me creep up behind her, but it had the effect I’d been hoping for. She turned quickly and dropped the peg she’d been holding to the floor.

  I turned back to the house without a word and she followed me inside, unsure if I was going to do anything about her constant parading in front of me or not. I wasn’t. I had a plan.

  ‘You haven’t finished,’ I said, motioning to the half-clothed washing line.

  She pouted and turned away, mumbling under her breath. I caught the word “bastard” and held onto it for later. What I had in mind would end her sulky behaviour for a while.

  Later, as she stood at the washing up bowl, flicking soap suds onto the linoleum I landed another shocking slap to her rear, but this time she turned to me, and with a smile on her face asked, ‘is this how it’s going to be?’

  ‘Depends on how much longer you can wait.’

  I could hear the silent words “I can’t” coming from her pursed lips but turned away from her again just as she spotted my back with a flick of her fingers, leaving a streak of bubbles to fall against the T-shirt I’d just put on.

  Again, I let her think she’d got away with it.

  What I was hoping for was to tempt her into starting a fight, surrendering to me only when she thought she was going to get a spanking so that I could get what I wanted: her legs around my waist.

  It continued like that for the rest of the day, but by evening she was about ready to burst her bubble of celibacy and pick an argument over the fact that I had to go out.

  ‘Where are you going?’

  ‘To the pub.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘For a drink.’

  ‘And I’m not invited, I take it?’

  ‘Take it how you like, Ezra.’

  I slipped on my coat and headed for the door.

  ‘I’ll just sit pretty until you come home then, shall I?’

  I smiled.

  ‘I love you.’

  ‘You too, darling,’ she said, stringing out the “ar” so that it sounded like she was flirting with me for a reaction to her sarcastic use of language.

  I left the house and continued down to the pub where I sat for three-quarters of an hour sipping from the same glass of beer until I couldn’t stand another minute listening to the awful noise coming from the man who had decided to ruin my memory of one of my favourite songs on the karaoke microphone he held in his hand.

  Ezra seemed distracted, relieved and irritable when I returned, but I pretended not to have noticed.

  Tired and teasy, she yawned and stood up from the sofa, but before she reached the centre of the room in order to head upstairs for bed I said, ‘where do you think you’re going?’

  She stopped one foot on the step and turned to face me. ‘To bed.’

  ‘I’ll join you,’ I said, moving towards her.

  She bounced on her heels and said, ‘you’ll have to catch me first.’

  I allowed her to run up the first few before I caught up with her. As her foot reached each new step I lay a light slap to her backside and she yelped in delight.

  By the time she reached the bedroom I had her in my arms and tossed her onto the bed. She crawled up to the headboard, holding onto it as I swept her feet down to the end of the bed and turned her to face me, pinning her arms down by her sides with my hands.

  ‘You’re my wife, you will not deny me my right to fuck you.’

  She blinked at the word and smiled.

  ‘You will not deny me my right to-‘

  ‘Oh, I intend to spank you, young lady. But not until I’ve got what I want first.’

  ‘Blake?’ she whimpered as I pulled down the straps of her dress to reveal her breasts, the nipples already hard from the knowledge that finally she was going to receive the very thing she’d been agonising to get for days.

  She flung her hands down to the lower hem of her dress that rested just above her knees and pretended to conceal herself, but her modesty was the last thing she was going to care about once I was done with her.

  ‘Remove that,’ I said, pointing to her black lace thong.

  ‘No,’ she said, pouting.

  ‘You will not refuse me my right to fuck you.’

  She shuddered at the word fuck.

  ‘Do I have to rip them off?’

  ‘Uhuh,’ she said, nodding her head and biting her tongue.

  I reached down and tore the thong from her hands held tightly to the elastic that no longer held them in place. She threw her hands down to cover her womanhood, but it took little effort to prise them away and part her legs.

  ‘Blake, what are you doing?’

  ‘I’m going to take what is mine.’

  ‘But you haven’t-‘

  I stopped her words by applying pressure to her pussy with my hand. I knew what she was about to say, but I wasn’t going to spank her, not yet. She would learn to wait. To be patient. She would become humble then. More compliant.

  I didn’t touch her inside. I wanted to tease her until she begged to feel my rock hard cock drilling inside her soft pussy.

  I traced my tongue over her mound, flicking it, licking her skin, tasting her arousal. As she squirmed beneath me I felt her grow warm and saw her face prickle with rose as she realised that she hadn’t been able to control me as she’d wanted to.

  ‘Blake?’

  ‘Shhh now,’ I said, in a mock stern command.

  I rubbed her clit between my thumb and forefinger, making her burn with desire, but still she was refusing to give in. She wasn’t going to make this easy for me. I’d have to up the pace.

  I plunged two fingers inside her just as her pleasure had begun to subside, but left her gasping for more just as I’d intended.

  ‘Oooh, Blake!’ she said, hauling herself up in an attempt to release my thick fingers from her wet pussy.

  ‘Don’t you know to be silent when I tell you?’

  ‘But-‘

  ‘Do I have to gag you?’

  ‘Mmm,’ she said, nodding.

  I leant over and retrieved the unused gag I’d bought the day before from the bedside cabinet, turning just as Ezra had twisted onto her back and began to crawl up the bed to get away from me.

  I used my knees to climb up on top of her along the
mattress and she arched her back to allow me to apply the gag to her mouth. I pulled the loop and tied it, tight.

  ‘That’ll keep your mouth in check,’ I said.

  I flipped her over with ease despite her protestations and saw a glimmer in her eyes that told me she still wasn’t done fighting me.

  I spread her legs apart and aimed my cock towards her thigh. She shook her head from side-to-side and mumbled something inaudible beneath the gag. I took it to mean that she wanted to play helpless victim, something I wasn’t all that comfortable with. Especially with her past. But I knew that to get what I wanted I’d have to give in to her fantasy.

  ‘Are you going to cause me any more trouble?’

  She moaned and pretended to struggle beneath me.

  ‘Do I have to tie you to the bed?’

  She squealed in delight and I felt her legs shudder against mine.

  I jumped off the bed and in less than a minute I had tied both of her wrists to the bedposts, leaving her ankles free allowing her to kick out at me.

  ‘You bad girl,’ I said. ‘I’ll have to spank you for that.’

  I heard the word “please” escape her lips even though the gag was still tied firmly in place.

  I slapped the inside of her thigh lightly with one hand, applying enough pressure to her other to let her know that this was meant to be fun and I had no intention of hurting her for real.

  ‘Please?’ she begged.

  ‘I’m going to fuck you first.’

  ‘Mmm,’ I heard, as she pleaded with me to release her of the angst my slow, deliberate movements were causing her.

  I felt her legs tense as I edged closer, rubbing my cock against her swollen pussy. She swung her pussy upwards and kicked out with her leg as I tried to glide it into her.

  ‘Bad girl,’ I said, laying a second slap to the inside of her thigh. She moaned as I took hold of her knees and held them wide as she tried to swing her body from side to side in mock protest.

  ‘It is my right to fuck you, and fuck you I will,’ I said, slamming my cock into her hard.

  ‘Mmm,’ she moaned, her fingers grasping at the bars that held her wrists in place with handcuffs she’d learnt to appreciate.

  She was under my command and the thought sent spasms of electricity up my arms and down my naval. I could do as I pleased with her, and she was helpless.

  EZRA

  I was helpless. Helpless and ‘mmm,’ powerless to his touch.

  Just as I’d wanted.

  He fucked me hard and fast. Each tug, each pull, each retreat, each shunt deeper, I had to hold onto my desire to shout out his name.

  When he came and fell onto me, shuddering to catch his breath, I felt like screaming. His sex wasn’t enough for me. I needed him to dominate me. A gag, a set of handcuffs and a quick fuck wouldn’t suffice. I craved the tenderness of his touch, his well-meant stability, but I needed the intimacy and relief that only ever came after a long, sound spanking.

  When he was done with me he moved away from the bed, left the room and returned with a long string of feathers.

  I shook my head. I hated being tickled. Teased and taunted to the brink of craziness was more than I could bare. But bare it I would. I had no choice. I was completely under his spell.

  He looped the feather tickler to his finger and let it fall down to my leg. I wriggled my feet as he allowed it to lightly touch my skin all the way up to my pussy where he let it dance for a few seconds before tracing it up to my stomach and across my breasts.

  He stopped as it reached my neckline and leant over me, keeping his face an inch apart from mine so that I could feel his hot breath on my chin. Unable to kiss him with the gag, I tugged on the handcuffs, but he took my nipple in his fingers and squeezed it hard. The sharp pain sent ripples of pleasure down to my groin. Doing the same with the other I jolted up the bed as the sharp pain shot through me, making me whimper with desire.

  ‘Are you going to be a good girl now?’

  That was the question, wasn’t it? Could I stand another minute of his teasing touch or should I fight him all the way, kicking and screaming?

  I nodded.

  He removed the gag with efficient ease and I breathed in deeply before spitting a line of obscenities at him until I’d run out of air.

  ‘You bastard. You have no right to do that to me. I’m your wife.’

  ‘That’s right,’ he said, releasing one of my wrists from the cuff before reaching over to remove the other. ‘And it’s about time you started acting like one.’

  ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

  ‘As my wife I expect you to obey me.’

  ‘Pah!’

  ‘That means you won’t deny me my marital right to-‘

  ‘Fuck me?’

  ‘That’s right.’

  ‘Maybe if you had acted like a husband I wouldn’t have needed to.’

  ‘You’re going to get a spanking now, my love,’ he said, winking.

  I tried hard not to smile beneath my attempt at making my face look hard, but it was difficult. More difficult than giving into my wish to surrender to him, which I had to cover by kicking my legs up in the air as he pulled me over his knee, his feet on the floor of the bed, one leg beneath my thighs, the other clamped across the back of my legs, halting any further notion I had at trying to convey a reluctant willful bride.

  ‘You have no right to-‘

  His hand fell down hard across the back of my thigh.

  ‘Uh.’

  ‘If I feel you’ve earned it I will spank you. You are my wife and you will obey me.’

  Another hard slap landed on the back of my other thigh. It felt better than his hand on my arse. When it came, I groaned with relief, unable to resist my need to release the pressure that climbed its way up my legs.

  ‘You are a very bad girl,’ he said, laying several firm slaps to my helpless bottom wedged in between his leg and arm allowing his hand to creep up and clamp my breast firmly in his palm, cupping the skin, turning it pink as he rubbed the nipple between his fingers.

  ‘Oh.’

  He landed several more slaps to my other cheek before upping the tempo and laying his flat hand down hard in quick succession to my warm arse. With each sting came a shocking wave of pleasure as my pussy rubbed against his bare knee from the movement.

  At the point I was about to climax, he pulled his hand away from my breast and reached down between my legs.

  ‘You’re wet,’ he said, in mock surprise. ‘Are you enjoying this?’

  ‘No,’ I whined, feigning a deliberate lie with a shake of my head to make sure he got the point.

  ‘I’m going to have to spank you harder then, aren’t I?’

  ‘No,’ I said, wriggling under his firm grasp.

  I series of strong, focused whacks fell onto each cheek with a deliberate pause between them that allowed me to catch my breath for long enough to stem the tears. I was sore, but not sore enough.

  Noticing my lack of sway, Blake cupped one cheek of my arse and pulled the crease apart.

  ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Checking how wet you are,’ he said.

  Kneading away the pain on that cheek he then went on to do the same to the other.

  ‘Uh, mmm.’

  ‘Is that not hard enough?’ he said. ‘Maybe I should give you a good whipping.’

  I spun off the bed and turned to catch my arse in the mirror, red, but pleasantly warm. Blake had left the room, but before I could make a run for the bathroom, intending to lock myself in there to annoy him more, he reappeared with a long black horsewhip.

  I baulked at the sight of it, but no sooner had I leapt out of Blake’s reach had I stumbled and fallen onto the bed head-first, as intended.

  I felt the bed slump down either side of me as I looked up and caught Blake’s wide-eyed look as he said, ‘thought you could get away with it, did you?’

  I nodded.

  ‘I think it’s time I took you to hand, young lady
.’

  I turned my head away from him so that he couldn’t see the smile that rose right up to my eyes. I had him exactly where I wanted him: above me. Just as it should be. Where I was happiest.

  Content in the knowledge that I’d won him back I took each strike of the cable-like whip to my behind. I wasn’t sorry when it was over, but I knew that testing him, this time, had resulted in the most erotic sexually charged butt-spanking he’d given me. But I also knew not to push him into giving it to me too often. He needed to feel as though he was in charge, and I had to let him.

  When I glanced down to where my hand covered one cheek as Blake soothed the other with Aloe Vera cream I saw that my arse was striped with thin raised pink lines over the rose-coloured stain where his hand had fallen. I wondered then what a cane would feel like, or a long-handled bath brush, or a …

  ‘Ooh,’ I groaned.

  ‘Does that sting?’ he asked, applying another layer of the cream to my glistening red arse.

  ‘It’s sore.’

  ‘Too sore for round two?’

  ‘Yes,’ I lied.

  ‘That’s a shame. I was planning on fucking that naughty little pussy of yours.’

  Unable to think of anything better than the full length of his cock pumping in and out of me as he cupped my arse cheeks in his hands, soothing away the heat, reminding me not to deny myself the pleasure of his hand by denying him sex, I dragged myself away from the tousled sheets and coyly strutted away from him.

  It took seconds for him to approach me from behind, slamming the door with one hand and whispering in my ear, ‘that’s no way to behave,’ before he spun me around and lifted me up, returning me to the bed where this time, when I fell, I didn’t try to run, I turned away from him and pretended not to want to look into his eyes, giving him a good look of my crimson patterned arse, wanting him to take me from behind.

  BLAKE