Dark Submissive (Dark Masters Book 2)

by Shana Vanterpool

  My wife and my daughter saved my soul from certain ruin.

  Without them, I wouldn’t know what a smile felt like.

  What hope felt like.

  I wouldn’t know what anything felt like at all.

  It amazed me as I got things ready in our bedroom how all of this came to fruition because I couldn’t get my student in Intro to Psych off my mind. She couldn’t get me off her mind. She pretended to be a submissive for me, and I’d pretended to be human for her. Love had crashed into us somewhere in the middle, along with pain and heartache. We’d crawled through hell to know even a shred if heaven.

  Tonight would be our reawakening.

  We’d both become roses.

  When I came back out into the living room, I found her completely naked facing the open patio door on the deck. Goosebumps sprouted along her shoulder blades and on the smooth, pale globes of her ass. I’d work her tight little asshole tonight, too. I’d spend the next two days making her sore, fucked, and mine.

  “Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered quietly.

  Immediately, she obeyed, giving me her arms. I tied them at her wrists with silken rope the color of a deep magenta rose. I kissed her bare shoulders, pressing my chest to her back. She smelled of honey and roses; the scent of her made my mouth water. I knew in my heart that no matter how many years passed, my love for her would only grow. My hunger was never satiated. Forever wasn’t even enough to have my fill.

  “Only speak when I ask you to.”

  She remained still, but I knew she heard me. I knew she listened for my words the same way I yearned for hers. I worked endless hours, having grown my clients list over the years. I hired a new partner to help, but the relationships I formed with my clients wasn’t something I could fake or pawn off. I had to be there. And with Miya’s dessert shop, Master Confections, getting bigger every day, and Miyel, we needed this time together.

  Just us.

  Our bodies meeting; sweaty, rough, and deep.

  I gathered her brown hair into my fist, and then I tugged back, baring her neck to me. I kissed down her pulse and up her jaw, biting down until she flinched. Her thighs quivered against mine and her hands dug into her soft warm, flesh.

  “Tonight is going to hurt.”

  Her thighs trembled harder.

  “Tonight, you will come harder than you ever have. From your womb, and heart, and your beautiful soul.”

  A small moan escaped her lips.

  “Tonight, will we make love as husband and wife.” I found her warm, velvet lips, and kissed her until her chest was panting, and my cock was as hard as concrete. “As monster and angel.”

  I took her by her arm and led her after me into our bedroom. It was set up for sweet sex, for rough sex—for a night neither one of us would ever forget.

  “I love your ass in any shade, but I’d prefer it to be a deep shade of red. I want you to sit over my knee as I spank your ass until it’s tender and red.” I took everything off except my black suit pants and sat on the edge of my bed. “Come, Miya.”

  She came to me, her pupils dilated with lust. I would spin her lust until it consumed her. She’d be dripping, breathing, and moaning the emotion.

  I tugged her down without warning. She fell across my lap and her hands tightened around each other on her lower back. I grabbed her hips, positioning her ass so it was perfectly over my lap. My hand settled on her ass and I rubbed her, skimming over the backs of her thighs. I slid between them and stroked her pussy from behind, gauging her wetness. She was creamy with want, and so fucking hot I hissed.

  “You’re so wet, my sweet angel. Tell me why.” My palm settled on her ass. I pressed down on her lower back with my other to keep her still.

  “You turn me on.”

  I grabbed a handful of her ass. “Why do I turn you on?”

  “You feed my soul,” she said breathlessly.

  I groaned, wanting to bury my cock in her tight pussy. I needed to hold off until she was crazed and sated. I wanted to make her hungry and feed her until we were gorged. “You give mine purpose.”

  I dropped my hand heavily onto the globe of her ass.

  “Quiet,” I snapped when she moaned deep and wanting. “Keep your pleasure inside. Show me in other ways.”

  She urged her ass into my palm. I gave her what she wanted, spanking one globe until it was glowing red with my hand print. Her breathing was so loud, I could see her back rising and falling like a wave. “Do you want to cum on my fingers?”

  “Yes, Master,” she moaned, her tone so husky I wanted it to fall on me.

  I wasn’t her master every other day, but tonight, I was. I held her pleasure in my fist, and she had to trust me not to crush it. She had to trust me to turn it into a dark and formidable form of intense pleasure.

  “I’m going to finger your tight hole with one finger only. I want your hole starving to be full. Only then will I bury my cock in you. Tell me you understand. Tell me you want it.”

  She mewled, and I could hear without seeing that she was biting into her bottom lip. “I understand, Master. I understand everything.”

  I wanted to kiss her bitten lips. I spread her thighs with one hand and stroked her slit with my middle finger until her mound was glistening with want. My mouth watered as I sank my finger into her searing tightness.

  She. Was. So. Ready. I pumped my finger into her, making sure to circle her vaginal walls. She creamed on my finger. I pressed down on her lower back harder and fingered her pussy the same way. She came loudly, and her nails dug into her own palms.

  Before she was done coming, I began spanking her on her other ass cheek. She yelped and came harder. I dropped my hand down on her heavily repeatedly. No breaks. No questions. She writhed on my lap, her entire body shaking from the pain, from the pleasure.

  When we both stood, her ass was a brilliant shade of red. She wore my handprint. Her baby blue eyes fell on mine and the lust trapped in her gaze was begging to be set free.

  I had to be inside her.

  I grabbed her arm and pulled her close, slamming my mouth down on hers. Every kiss, every moan, and every stroke of my tongue she matched with the same hunger.

  I freed my cock from my suit pants, leaving them around my hips. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up. “Open your legs.” She was in the air by my strength alone. Her hands were behind her back and her mind was in the clouds. Her pupils were as large as her irises. I guided her down onto my cock. Her heat immediately engulfed me. Wet, hot, and perfect. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and palmed her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and one of her fingers found mine from behind. I pounded into her, holding her gaze as I filled her.

  Her head fell back. Her dark tresses fell with her. Her silky strands brushed our conjoined fingers as I fucked my wife standing up. Her tied hands and tight pussy.

  “I love you,” I hissed, pressing my forehead to hers.

  “I love you more,” she promised, her tone intoxicated.

  “Impossible,” I grunted, fucking her as hard as I could in our position.

  She took a second to answer; her inner muscles clamped down on me, and before I knew it, she was coming all over my cock like the fucking angel she was. “Not impossible, Jaxon. So true.”

  She hung limp in my arms. I reached behind and untied her arms, carrying her over to the bed. I lay her down on her back and settled between her thighs, not even close to done with her. I worked my cock in as deep as it could go. Her nails dug into my back and her teeth into her bottom lip. Our thighs slapped together; our bodies were smeared in sweat. The scent of her honey rose perfume swirled around us, mixing with her lust.

  I wanted to smell it forever.

  Feel it forever.

  Drink it in until were forever intoxicated.

  “Forever. Promise me we’ll have forever,” I grunted, staring deeply into her eyes.

  She held mine boldly and offered up her soul. “Forever, Jaxon. That’s what we’ll have t
ogether.”

  My orgasm felt different. Maybe it was being married. Maybe it was the deep promise in her eyes. Or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in my life, I was looking forward to tomorrow.

  I was hopeful for a future I didn’t know I could have.

  I needed love. All those years without it and having only pain had ruined me.

  But I had it now.

  I had love.

  My wife.

  My daughter.

  My mother.

  I had a future that didn’t scare me.

  It healed me.

  My sweet pink rose had rebloomed into a rose so red and bright, she was the owner of my soul.

  And I was the thorns keeping her safe.

  Epilogue – Miya

  “Are you sure?” Miyel asked, frowning at me.

  I frowned back. “Sure about what?”

  We were lying in bed reading Beauty and the Beast. Her wavy black hair was damp from her bath, and she was wearing the princess pajamas Samuel had bought her.

  “Are you sure the beast was a prince all along? How can that be possible?”

  “The curse,” I explained, smiling at her doubt.

  She was six as of last week, and sometimes she saw through things so deftly it frightened me and made me proud.

  “But the curse turned him into a beast. That means he was always a prince. So that entire time he was being himself and didn’t even know it?”

  I laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You want to know a secret? I have proof that it’s real.”

  “How?” she asked.

  “Because your daddy was a prince trapped in his beast, too.”

  She gaped at me and sat up. “Shut up.”

  “Miyel,” I chastised. “Where did you hear that?”

  Her eyes skirted away, and then she shrugged, just like her father; it freaked me out. She was unapologetic. Loved what she loved, didn’t have time for what she didn’t want. She was brave and sweet, smiling when she was happy and glowering when she was upset. She was the true definition of sugar and spice.

  “TV.”

  I sighed, trying to keep my smile off my face. “It’s true. Daddy’s a prince, isn’t he?”

  A soft smile painted her face and she laid down, pulling her blanket up to her chin. “A super prince.”

  I kissed her cheek. Jaxon was my beast when it was just us. I loved the feel of his claws down my back, his hot, sweet breath on my face. His deep growls vibrating in my ear. He spun my desire and played with my heart every single second of every single day. “Go to sleep.”

  “Wait,” my beast said, coming into Miyel’s room wearing nothing but his pajama pants. They were black and hung deliciously low on his hips. His abdomen was hard, rippled muscles. I was stuck, dumb, studying his happy trail.

  He gave Miyel a wide, loving smile. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

  She hugged him around his neck. “Night, Daddy.”

  Jaxon took my hand and closed Miyel’s door softly behind him, leaving it open a crack so her night light bled into the hall. Once we were alone, the warmth in his eyes became fire. Where he studied my body became slick with sweat and heat. I pushed against his chest in the hall so hard the pictures of us shook in their frames.

  “My, my, you look hungry,” he noted, grinning down at me.

  I rose on tiptoe and put my mouth over his ear. “My pussy is so wet for you.”

  His smile crashed. In its place was desire and smolder. He grabbed me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from yelping out loud. He marched down the hall, kicked our bedroom door shut, and then tossed me on the bed.

  “Pants and panties off. Now,” he growled quietly.

  I did as I was told as he freed his cock from his pajama pants. I opened my legs on the bed and he fell down between them. He fisted his cock and then stroked his crown up and down my pussy, coating it in my wetness. He circled my clit with the crown of his cock and then nestled his tip into my opening. I was starving, so achy my core was drenched and ready. He impaled me, nestling his thickness into me as deep as he could get. I gasped, burying my face in his shoulder as he slammed his hips into me roughly. He played my pleasure like an instrument. Stroking every cord, every note out of me. He filled me to the point of pain.

  But it felt so unbelievably good.

  So deep and beautiful.

  That’s what Jaxon did to me.

  Every ounce of pain was always followed by divine pleasure.

  And I knew in my heart that that’s how it would always be.

  A dance of pleasure and pain.

  A forever promise to give me both.

  We came together, muffling our moans against the others shoulder.

  We didn’t need to hear our moans to know how good it felt.

  Our souls spoke to the other.

  Forever.

  SHANA VANTERPOOL

  Romance author, coffee drinker, and bad boy aficionado. Every second not spent breathing is an opportunity to write and read. I live in Northern California with my family and actress dog, Halle Bella. (Just Bella when she decides to cut the crap.) Escaping with a good book is something I live for and I write so others can do the same.

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