A Love Like No Other

by Maggie Casper

  Everything was quiet except for the sound of the shower coming from the master bedroom. Excitement coursed through her veins as she approached the glass enclosure.

  “Come on in, beautiful.”

  She was so unprepared to hear his voice, Alexandra nearly tripped when he spoke. When had he noticed her approach? He hadn’t even turned to look her way. Shaking her head since it didn’t really matter, Alexandra opened the door and stepped into the warm spray of water.

  “You’re just in time to wash my back.”

  Raith turned the wide expanse of his shoulders to her and placed his hands high on the wall, waiting. Alexandra soaped up a wash cloth then diligently ran it in sudsy circles over every inch of flesh she could get her hands on. She knelt low in order to get the backs of his legs, taking extra time on his taut, muscled ass. He was a sculpted work of art and she felt blessed to be able to touch him in such a way.

  Instead of rising to her feet, Alexandra remained on her knees behind him. It only took the loss of her fingers moving over his body to get Raith to turn around. The new position put him exactly where she wanted him. Or more aptly described, put his cock in the perfect position. She peered up at Raith through the shower spray.

  “Wash me first, baby.”

  He could be so mean when he wanted to be. Why his teasing her, his making her wait, heightened her arousal Alexandra had no idea. She did as he bid, washing first his feet, then the front of his legs, his shaft and then continued working her way up until she finally finished with his chest and arms. He removed the shower head from the wall and handed it to her.

  Alexandra didn’t need to be told what to do next. She rinsed him as diligently as she’d washed him, waiting excitedly to see what came next. When she was done he took the shower head from her and returned it to its mooring on the wall. Then, with a hand on her shoulder he lowered her back to her knees in front of him.

  Alexandra took Raith into her mouth. He felt hot and heavy. His taste burst on her tongue, but she wasn’t given time to enjoy his essence or feel his hands in her hair as he fucked her face the way she loved. Almost before she’d started, Raith tugged her to her feet.

  “Time to get out,” he said after quickly washing her from head to toe. He then turned her to the door and gave her ass a pat.

  Alexandra pulled a towel from the rack on the wall and quickly wrapped it around herself so she didn’t drip so much on the floor before handing one to Raith. His smile was more thanks than actual words ever would be.

  She was about to head into the bedroom when she was struck dumb and stopped dead in her tracks. When had she fallen in love with him? She’d known almost since day one there was a strong connection between the two of them, but love? Actual emotional throw-myself-in-front-of-a-train-for-him love? How had that happened?

  “Everything okay?”

  He was right beside her, his gaze searching. The furrow between his eyes told of his worry.

  Alexandra smiled. She was in love. “I’m not sure, but it will be.”

  It was obvious he had no clue what she was talking about. Instead of insisting she talk to him while standing in the doorway of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, he nudged her forward. They dried one another off in companionable silence. At least outwardly she was silent. Inside she was purring like a cat at the way he took his time rubbing the terrycloth towel briskly across her nipples then taking extra time to make sure her pussy and the cleft of her ass were as thoroughly dry.

  She couldn’t help but snicker. If he was trying to make sure no moisture clung to the folds of her pussy he was going to be there for quite a while.

  “On the bed, on your stomach.”

  Alexandra jumped to do his bidding. Being sure to give him a show as she knew he would like. She climbed onto the bed, looking over her shoulder at him as she crawled up its length, swaying her hips in a way she hoped was enticing.

  “Minx.” He laughed. It seemed like an eternity before he joined her, moving up the length of her body, pressing her down into the mattress with his weight.

  When he bit the back of her neck, sinking his teeth deep, she whimpered in painful delight. Alexandra arched her spine, grinding her ass against his erection. His rebuke was instantaneous as he bore more weight onto her.

  “Stay still.” He growled the words into her ear as he wedged his knees between her legs, effectively separating them.

  “I—I can’t.” She could barely breathe much less talk and struggling was definitely out of the question.

  “Ah, but you will, baby.”

  The head of his condom-covered cock was perched at the entrance to her core, the place where she wanted him most. Idly, she wondered when he’d donned a condom but lost track of the thought when he wrapped a hand around her throat from behind.

  Raith entered her only slightly, just enough to bury the head of his shaft within her. It drove Alexandra absolutely crazy that once done, he stilled against her, teasing her, torturing her in a way that made her mad with arousal.

  When she moved her hands to his arms in an attempt to coax him into doing more, he stifled the movement by gathering them in one of his hands and pinning them above her head. His other hand went back to her throat.

  And then it happened, he spoke low against her ear. His words careful and clear. “When you look for my house tomorrow, Alexandra. I don’t want you to keep only my preferences in mind. Think of yourself as well.”

  Her mind stilled. All thought fled. Although her body was still super aroused, it no longer took priority. “Why?” It was a silly question, but she had to know.

  His grip on her throat tightened, and for a second a small flare of panic roared through her body. It was exhilarating to be held in such a way by him.

  “Because I plan on you spending a lot of time there, tied to my bed, serving me, loving me…” He began to move then, very, very slowly. He didn’t penetrate her deep. Instead his movements were languid and shallow. It was enough to make her body ache for more. “The same way I love you.”

  He loved her?

  There was no time to question him, because at that very moment, he drove his cock into her, causing a cry to slip from her throat. It was pain and pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Different than any other encounter they’d had.

  He loved her!

  Alexandra came with Raith buried inside the tight sheath of her pussy. With his hand still controlling every breath she took, she gave him her all, heart, body and soul.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  It was hard to believe only a year ago he’d been a single man tired of the hustle and bustle of business life and now, here he was engaged to a woman unlike any other he had the pleasure of being with.

  She’d given herself to him both silently and in words and had kept her vow to serve him. Their relationship had settled into something far beyond the normal kink variety he’d dabbled in before, thinking they were the only way to do things.

  Remembering back to that night, the night he’d told Alexandra he loved her, the night he’d also told her she would move in with him as soon as he was sure she was ready, made him smile.

  Never before had he taken a woman so roughly. There had been something primordial about the way she made him feel. He’d sensed her pulse against his fingertips, felt the shallowness of her breathing, taken in every nuance of her being, and instead of being afraid she’d given back.

  Raith watched as she unpacked the last of her clothes. Now the long skirts she preferred hung next to his clothes in the closet. Her cosmetics sat next to his toiletries on the bathroom counter. There was something completely right about it all.

  When she looked up he crooked his finger, beckoning her to him. “I’ve got a surprise.”

  Her eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. “You do? What is it?”

  “A mini vacation of sorts.”

  Alexandra tilted her head to the side. Raith could almost hear her thoughts. She had to go to work
on Monday. He pointed at the chair beside the bed. On it was a bag of toys. Her favorite collar and cuff set as well as several lengths of rope spilled out of the zipper.

  Her breath quickened.

  Things had been so busy with the move and the opening of Club Tahoe they hadn’t had much time for play. She appeared as excited by the prospect as he felt.

  “Mrs. Mcabe traded me for her timeshare again this year. She’s off to New York. I think she likes it there.”

  “And we’re going to…” her voice trailed off as he touched her cheek lightly with the back of his hand.

  “Nothing quite like a cozy timeshare to tie my woman up in.”

  Her gaze stilled on his lips as she licked her own. “Can we go now, please?”

  Raith grabbed the bag off the chair then took Alexandra’s hand and tugged her along with him. As they left the house he was reminded how lucky he was, for what they shared was a love like no other.

  About the Author

  Maggie Casper’s life could be called many things but boring isn’t one of them. If asked, Maggie would tell you that blessed would more aptly describe her everyday existence.

  Being loved by four gorgeous daughters should be enough to make anybody feel blessed. Add to that a bit of challenge, a lot of fun and an undeniably close circle of friends and family and you’d be walking in her shoes.

  A love of reading was passed on by Maggie’s mother at a very early age, and so began her addiction to romance novels. Maggie admits to writing some in high school but when life got in the way, she put her pen and paper up. Seems that things changed over the years because when she finally decided it was time to put her story ideas on paper, the pen was out and the computer was in. Took her a while to catch up but she finally made it.

  When not writing, Maggie can usually be found reading, doing genealogy research or watching NASCAR.

  You can visit Maggie’s website at www.maggiecasper.com.

  Look for these titles by Maggie Casper

  Now Available:

  Something Old, Something New

  Teaching Elena

  Every Beat of Her Heart

  For the Love of Callie

  California Cowboy

  Knotty Girl

  The Chance of a Lifetime

  What begins as a quest for submission becomes an unrelenting need for love.

  A Little Harmless Obsession

  © 2010 Melissa Schroeder

  Harmless, Book 3

  May Aiona’s crush on sexy Evan Chambers is a bad habit that should be easy to break. It’s not like he’s ever noticed her. Looking for a safe place to release the reins of control and explore her curiosity about BDSM, May takes a friend up on an invitation to visit an exclusive bondage club—all she has to agree to is a public submission.

  Evan can’t help but notice the exotically beautiful May. But despite his success, the dirty secrets of his past whisper that he’ll never be good enough for her. When Evan sees her standing in his club ready to submit to his best friend, he gives in to the thing he wants most—May as his sub. After their session, he knows one night will never be enough. But loving May isn’t easy for a man always ready to take charge. She might like to submit in the bedroom, but she doesn’t like anyone telling her what to do outside of it.

  When May insists she’s not in any danger from the person seemingly obsessed with her, she ends up in the sights of a deranged stalker—with Evan possibly too far away to help.

  Warning: This book contains sexy Hawaiian settings, crazy relatives, and a submission scene that leaves the heroine breathless and the hero frustrated. There are toys, bondage, and love scenes so hot, you’ll need ice water and a towel. Remember, it’s a Harmless story, so you know there’s nothing harmless about it.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for A Little Harmless Obsession:

  She glanced at Cynthia, who was fairly brimming with excitement. “Well?”

  Cynthia smiled at her. “Micah said he would allow you to pay only the application fee and you could get one whole year free.”

  That gave May pause. “What gives?”

  Cynthia widened her eyes innocently. “What do you mean?”

  “Micah wouldn’t agree to it without something in return.”

  Her friend shrugged. “You just have to submit.”

  “Well, isn’t that the plan? I mean, why else would I want to join?” May blew on her coffee before taking a sip.

  “There are conditions though. It has to be public and it has to be with an owner of the club.”

  May choked on her coffee. “What?”

  Cynthia waved it away. “It’s really no big deal. I mean, people definitely go for it.”

  “But…you said publicly. I’m not really sure I can do that. And besides, it seems to be a bit too much.”

  Still, she couldn’t stop the sharp tug of excitement at the idea. There was part of her that was appalled, but deep down, the concept of being in front of people naked…it was sort of a turn on. She’d had dreams about it for years, and more than once she had fantasized about stealing away for sex on the beach. This would be like trying out two of her secret desires at once.

  “A single membership costs five thousand a year. I think it is actually not that big for what you are getting,” Cynthia remarked.

  May sighed. Even with her fantasies, she didn’t know if she could do it. There would be no club for her then. She could never afford a membership.

  “Well, that’s that.”

  Cynthia grabbed her arm to stop her. “No, it’s not. I want you to think this through.”

  Appalled, she stared at her friend. “There is no thinking needed. I can’t do a public submission. Seriously, there is just no way. It is out of the question.”

  “Think. Micah is a good Dom. He is someone you can trust, someone who won’t hurt you. And you know that everything would be handled carefully. You can’t guarantee that with someone you get involved with.”

  That was true. She had read all kinds of warnings online about being careful. In the world of BDSM, there were some people who used their knowledge to control beyond the bedroom. “Still…”

  Cynthia crossed her arms beneath her breasts and stared at May. “I was extremely lucky to find Chris. While I don’t think there is anything wrong with the lifestyle, just like any group, they are going to have their predators. And they could use this against you in some way. At least this way, you’re safe.”

  That was definitely true. “But in public?”

  “Micah said he wanted to be sure you were serious about it. A lot of people would work a deal out like this and then just show up to troll for dates. Plus, he doesn’t want people to come out of the woodwork asking for a free membership. If word got out, you can believe he would have more than one person trying.” Cynthia smiled at her again. “You have a problem with that? I have to say, I might be a little nervous about it, but…remember that story you told me?”

  “What story?” As soon as she asked, May remembered how one night over drinks she’d confessed her interest in exhibitionism. Her face flushed. “This is a little bit more than making out in public.”

  “First, your fantasy wasn’t about just making out. Granted, this is a little more than going somewhere secluded to have sex.” Cynthia shrugged. “If it’s too much, you can call a stop to it. You know the owner of the club would listen if you invoked the safe word. And think about all the people you could meet there. At least there they have gone through the application process.”

  That was true. But there was one glaring problem. The man she pined over, the one she had cried over and who treated her like a sister, might be there.

  “What is holding you back, sistah?” Cynthia was perceptive.

  May heaved a sigh. “Evan.”

  Cynthia nodded. “He doesn’t really come around that much anymore. I mean, he hangs out with Chris and Micah but it’s been several months since he’s been there looking for a sub.”

  May’s heart
sank a little and she silently chastised herself for it. He wasn’t her concern anymore. Just because he wasn’t going to the club anymore, and that probably meant he had someone fulfilling that need, didn’t matter.

  “What have you got to lose, May?”

  “My dignity. I would probably die of embarrassment being naked in front of everyone.”

  Cynthia sighed. “Listen. I know this would be hard but think about what you could gain from it. You could really find your sexual identity. Believe me, I know what you’re feeling right now. I wondered why people were so bent on getting into bed with each other. Sex was horrible, more like a thing to endure. Then I met Chris.”

  A slight ping of jealousy hit May’s heart. Cynthia’s whole face softened, as did her voice.

  “It was the first time I could say I enjoyed sex. And it was like a whole new world opened for me. I definitely would not have moved here. I probably would have married some Neanderthal my father picked out and kept wondering why the hell everyone was so excited about having sex.”

  “But you did that without an audience.”

  Cynthia fixed her with a stare. “I know this is scary. It’s going to be hard enough if this is truly what you need. Not everyone understands the life. At least at the club you will never worry about being unacceptable.” She leaned closer. “This could really change your life…and for the better.”

  It could. She felt it to her bones. There had always been something missing in sex, from the first time up until the last time a few months ago. She could feel the excitement, be ready to really get down to it, then she would get in bed. The embarrassment of those times, of never being fulfilled and having some of the guys, especially Rick, blame her was humiliating. Was that any worse than this? That had been in private at least. The public humiliation of Rick’s accusations of her cheating on him still hurt. And worse, she had been in a way.