by Anya Summers
"Strip," he ordered. His eyes held a cold glint. He would brook her no quarter this night, not after everything that had happened, not after the names she'd called him out of fear and shame. His gaze ran over the small swell of her abdomen, the rounded ball that was their growing son or daughter, noting that her breasts were fuller.
*****
Ophelia knew that tonight would test her boundaries in ways she couldn't imagine, and felt her fingers tremble as she followed his decree. She was here to prove to him that they did belong together, and to apologize for everything she had done.
She was obedient to a fault, removing every stitch of clothing until she stood naked before him. With every piece of clothing she removed, she bared a little more of her soul to him, until there was nothing between them but the truth. Taking a deep breath, she focused on Tobias, not the cacophony of moans, groans, and slapping of flesh resounding around the room. He led her over to the black cross and strapped her to it, with the front of her body against the smooth black leather—first her wrist cuffs, and then the ankle cuffs followed. The move left her elevated off the ground, completely suspended to his ministrations. Then he added a leather strap slightly above her midsection, careful to avoid her pregnant belly. The move secured and restrained her more fully on the cross. He positioned the moveable cross so that it faced the crowd of viewers lounging on black leather couches and chairs strategically placed in the center of the arena.
That way she could watch the crowd while they watched them. Shivers raced down her spine.
Masters reclined with their subs and slaves, waiting for their turn at certain stations. The stockade room directly across from her location seemed to be popular spot. There was a ménage scene underway, with a buxom redhead receiving some double penetration action. There was a Master on the couch not fifteen feet from their station whose sub was giving him head right in the open. He answered a question from a nearby Master like it was any other day, nonchalant about the fact he was receiving a blowjob.
Tremors ran down Ophelia's spine. She had agreed to this. Would Tobias take out his anger on her? Would he try to shame her even more than she felt?
"Relax, sweetness," he murmured as he extracted some items from the armoire behind her. The ripping of packages made the sweat bead at her temples. As much as she wanted to shut her eyes, as much as she wanted to run from here and never look back, she knew in her heart she would regret it forever. She had to prove, not just to Tobias, but to herself, that she could stick around even when things got messy.
Ophelia jumped, biting off a moan at the feel of his calloused hand tracing over her back.
"Remember your safeword?" he asked, rubbing his hands over her chilled flesh. She loved his hands. They were strong, capable hands, just like the man who owned them.
"Yes, Master," she responded on a sigh as his hands brushed the sides of her breasts, which were smashed up against the leather cross.
"Good girl. No matter what, do not close your eyes, do you understand, sweetness?"
To drive his point home his right hand slid between her splayed legs, palming her pussy, running his thumb inside her hood to the little nub of pleasure beneath. A zing of desire pulsed deep in her pussy at the touch. He wouldn't allow her to shut out the world by closing her eyes. Could she do this? She watched as the Master on the couch, the one with the sub bobbing her head over his dick, pulled her head off his member, made her kneel on the carpeted floor, and was now savagely fucking her from behind. It was the look on the sub's face, the one of utter ecstasy, that gave Lia courage.
"Yes, Master," she replied, and a connection between her mind and body clicked into place. He would never hurt her. She trusted him implicitly.
Then she felt lube being slathered over her anus. He coated the tight hole, inserting his finger inside her back entrance. Once he was certain there was enough lubrication, she felt him place the tip of a plug at her back channel. She took a deep breath and expelled it slowly just like he had taught her as he slid the plug past the resilient muscle into her ass. The tight muscle resisted the intrusion and she felt him work the plug in and out, easing the way in until her body accepted the full length and width of it.
Then he surprised her when she felt him place a vibrator at the entrance to her pussy. Just like with the butt plug, he worked with her body, stretching the walls of her vagina until the vibrator was fully inserted. It had a remote switch, which he positioned inside the leather strap at her waist. He turned it on a low hum setting, not enough to make her cum, but enough to set her on edge, begging for an orgasm. His hands moved to the plug in her rear, and she gasped when it began vibrating as well. The dual sensations almost made her close her eyes.
"You all right there, sweetness?"
"Yes, Master," she gasped, trying to fixate on one image in front of her.
"Good. I'm going to use a paddle on you tonight, and then possibly the flogger, too. If it gets to intense or is too painful, use your safeword."
He ran the smooth wood over her rear. It was solid and cool. He pulled back and began strategically landing smacks on her behind with the paddle.
The first one made the air rush out of her lungs. With the second, she felt tears prick her eyes. The third whack of wood against her flesh made fire pour from the pain in her ass cheeks directly to the vibrators in her ass and pussy. By the fourth, a dam burst inside her chest and all the reservations, all the distancing, all the emotionless living of the last few years began to slide down her cheeks. The pain of the paddle transformed her. All of her inhibitions melted under his sure touch. She reveled in the feel of the wood against her body, the burn as it traveled into her core. The buzz of the vibrators was intoxicating.
After a good twenty-five to thirty swats—she lost count somewhere in her haze—she felt the stinging bite of the leather flogger against her back. He went about striking her backside and making it glow under his skillful touch. Her back, her arms, her thighs, her calves… all became extremely sensitive as he reddened her backside. She needed this, she deserved it for being so cold all these years, it finally had brought the fire back into her life. She exalted as her blood turned to lava with every caress of the flogger.
The sounds of sex around her diminished, the crowd no longer bothering her, for in this moment it was only she and Tobias. The flogger smacked her ass so that balled tips thwacked against the vibrating butt plug, setting off a chain reaction in her body. Ophelia came in waves, screaming as her body splintered apart, her pussy clenching, her ass quaking; and her body could do nothing but feel it.
She sagged against the cross, her body spent, but on the inside she was finally free from the prison walls she'd placed around her heart and soul. Her head hung forward. Tobias shut off and removed both vibrators, tossing them into the trash bin, and then unfastened her restraints. He wrapped a blanket around her body, scooped her up and carried her from Devil's Lair to the back hallway, and up to his loft. Lia gave a little thought to the clothes she'd left on the floor but didn't care.
Not much had changed in his place. It looked sparser than the last time she'd visited. If her brain was functioning on any level at the present moment, she'd be able to figure out which pieces were missing. He settled them onto the couch, and then he just sat there, cradling her. Tears blurred her eyes. He had always taken such sweet care of her, from the beginning. He'd protected her with his life and she'd responded by pushing him out of hers.
"Let it out, sweetness." He kissed her temple and let the storm of her emotions batter her until they were fully released, and then he did something wholly unexpected. Once her tears had quieted, and her sobs had turned to hiccups, he moved away.
"Where are you going?" Fear riddled her body. Would her really leave her?
"To retrieve your clothes and to call you a cab." He withdrew from her completely.
Shock dulled her response time. He was five feet from his front door before she croaked, "Wait."
Her cry halted his forward p
rogression but his back was still to her.
"Please don't leave me," she whispered, her heart racing madly inside her chest. She dug for her courage, her heart trembling.
"I think it's for the best. Don't you? I'll send support for the baby, but I don't think it's a good idea for us to see each other after tonight. I thought I could when you first arrived here tonight, but I just can't go back to living that way, Lia."
"No, I don't think it's for the best." She stood, holding the blanket snug around her body. He turned to her then. They were like two MMA fighters getting ready for a match, neither one willing to make any concessions.
"Why not?" A muscle in his jaw ticked as he studied her, his gaze an unreadable mask.
"Because I—we did that scene, didn't we, I did it, for you? So that I could prove I can be in your world, and—"
"I did that scene for you, Ophelia. You needed the release. It was all about you. It's always been for you," he admitted, defeat lacing his voice.
He sounded tired. He sounded done. That was when a niggle of doubt reared its ugly head. He had never touched her tonight, not like he normally had in the past during their private scenes. Tobias really had done that scene for her, had known exactly what she needed, and had given it to her. Had she ever stopped to think about what he needed? Oh god, she really had screwed things up worse than she thought.
"I'm so sorry for all those things I said. I didn't mean them, not at all. Please forgive me. I love you so much it terrifies me." She was babbling now. But she couldn't lose him over her own selfish stupidity.
"What did you say?" Tobias stopped her. His eyes glowed; his body looked ready to spring open from a lock. She wondered what she had said to make him go stock still—and then it hit her as her heart spilled over inside her chest.
Her heart in shining in her eyes, she said firmly, her voice unwavering with the truth she'd been so afraid to speak, "I love you, Tobias. I think I fell for you that first night but I was so wrapped up in not feeling anything that you scared the hell out of me."
In a few strides, he stood before her. He cradled her face between his palms. "Say it again, sweetness."
"I love you," she whispered, staring into his glowing amber eyes and tender smile.
"Took you long enough. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you, Ophelia." His lips crushed hers in soul-searing kiss. It was a hello and hell yeah, finally! kiss, all wrapped into one. Tongues, lips, and teeth tangled as he claimed her as his and she did the same with him. She was not letting him go ever again. Even if she had to prove that to him every day for the rest of their lives.
She let the blanket fall, her fingers working on the bindings on his leather pants. She growled into his mouth when his rigid flesh spilled into her hand. She hissed against his lips when his hands caressed the sensitive flesh of her backside.
"Come, sweetness, ride me." He kicked off his boots and leathers, standing gloriously naked before her, then pulled her over to the couch.
He sat reclining against the back, pulling her on top of him so that she was facing him, straddling his thighs. She positioned her hips over the top of his thick shaft. He rubbed the head through her folds, aligning his member with her channel. They gazed in each other's eyes as she lowered herself slowly down over his erection. His cock stretched her delicate tissues, which quivered at the blunt intrusion.
Then she tilted her pelvis, thrusting her hips, feeling the full length of him shuttle in and out. Never breaking eye contact, she gyrated, canting her hips back and forth. He let her set the pace, gave her permission to love him, and she felt her eyes water. Ophelia chalked it up to the hormones. She continued her slow, leisurely loving, holding onto his rock hard shoulders, and clenching her Kegels.
Tobias groaned. "Sweetness, what was that?"
She did it again and he growled. Thrusting, rotating, and pumping her Kegel muscles. Tobias trembled under her. It was then that she finally understood the whole dominance thing. The ability to know your lover so deeply inside and out that it brings you the utmost pleasure to be in control of theirs.
But she was submissive at heart, and had had enough of being in control, even if her tender ass did get a little bruised.
"Must go faster," he growled, trying to pound his cock inside her, but the grip her pussy had on him, squeezing her inner muscles and moving in slow, small strokes, was making it nigh on impossible for him.
"No." She smiled, biting her lip as she rotated her hips.
"What was that, sweetness?" His nostrils flared like she had just waved a red flag in front of a bull that lived inside one highly cantankerous Dom.
She smiled sweetly, clenching her muscles even tighter, and ordered, "Make me, Master."
He had her on her back in two seconds flat, pistoning his hips, hammering his cock inside her with such force she wondered if she would be able to walk in the morning. She met him thrust for thrust. There was the sound of slapping flesh as his balls smacked against her ass checks.
He pumped his hips, thrusting as she writhed beneath him. She loved the feel of him as he pounded his cock home. Loved the breadth of his wide member as it stretched her so fully. Loved the way his eyes heated with a light just for her as he pounded his flesh inside her. Her body wrapped inward, tightening in on itself as the orgasm neared. He threaded his fingers through hers, making sure every inch of their bodies that could touch, did. He kissed her, drowning out her cries, the orgasm rocketing through her system, and she felt his cock swell and jolt, followed by hot streams of liquid pouring inside her.
They ended wrapped up, entwined one around the other. Breathing heavily, neither of them speaking as their heartrates slowed.
"I'll move in just a moment, sweetness. As soon as I get feeling back in my legs."
"I happen to like you just where you are." She kissed his neck, stroking his back in soft, slow caresses.
"Is that a fact?" He shifted so he was looking down at her.
"Uh huh, it is." A shadow passed over her face.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry about everything. I never meant to hurt you the way I did. I will spend the rest of our lives trying to make it up to you."
"Ophelia, I love you. You bring me peace in a world of chaos and know how to silence my demons. You don't have to make anything up to me."
She caressed his cheek. "But I do, you brought me back to life. When my parents died, a part of me died along with them, and I never really got it back. But you resurrected my soul, made me want to live again, and I love you more than you will ever know."
"Sweetness, you're going to have to marry me, you know." He enveloped her shocked cries in a heart-wrenching kiss, a melding of not only of lips, but of hearts and souls.
"Now, about this making it up to me plan," Tobias murmured as he broke the kiss. "Tell me more."
She smiled, rocking her hips underneath him. "Well, it goes a little something like this." She sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
"You do realize I'm going to have this couch bronzed or something, right?" he said as she nibbled on his ear.
"What?" she asked, releasing his ear. All of a sudden he wanted to get chatty. Her heart swelled with love. They would have plenty of time to love each other.
"Maybe we can dub it: the couch of love." He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned as he rotated his hips and she felt him lengthen inside her, making her breath expel from her lungs as she panted at the sizzling pleasure stoking her banked embers.
"You wouldn't!" she gasped, trying to concentrate on the conversation and not the slow thrusts of his erection inside her pussy.
"I love this couch, it's the one place where I can always get you naked and underneath me," he playfully teased.
She sputtered as he claimed her lips and dragged her under. She would no longer stand on the sidelines of life but would live, and love this man with everything she was, and then some. And then she could think no more, as she surrendered to a love greater than anything she'd ever know
n.
The End
Anya Summers
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.
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