She captured her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment; a gesture he knew showed her unease.
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Yes.”
He cocked an eyebrow and waited.
She cleared her throat and said, “Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. You know your safe word.”
After a quick nod of her head, he walked to the wall where several floggers, paddles and other implements hung. He chose a multiple-tailed flogger off the wall and then returned to her side to find her eyes wide and sparkling with unshed tears.
“Ten swats with the flogger. That’s your punishment. You will count for me and ask for the next one.”
“But…”
“You do not have permission to speak, pet, except to count and ask for the next one. You have your safe word. Do you understand?”
She nodded and closed her eyes.
The flogger swung and slapped over her ass, leaving a trail of red welts across her buttocks. She inhaled sharply and said, “One, Sir. May I have another, Sir?”
His hand trailed over the welts before he stepped back and flicked it again.
The flogging continued until the entire punishment was dealt, even though he caressed her ass cheeks after each well-placed flick of his wrist. He laid the flogger on the table and grabbed some lotion to rub on her sore behind. A soft hiss echoed in the room when he smoothed it over the red skin. “This will help with the soreness.”
When he finished, he bent down to unhook her ankles, softly bringing her legs back together as she moaned. Then he unhooked each wrist, gathered her in his arms and moved to the chair next to the wall. She snuggled up to his chest and buried her nose in his neck. It was a feeling he never thought he’d ever have again. Holding her in his arms had his heart swelling inside him.
Stroking her back with his hands, he asked, “Do you understand why you were punished?”
A quick nod of her head answered his question, but he wanted to her hear say it.
“Answer me, pet.”
Her eyes met his when she lifted her head and he had to fight the urge to kiss her until she admitted she loved him.
“I didn’t trust you.”
“Why are you here tonight, Liss? Why did you give yourself to me on the cross?”
“Because I trust you.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Becky came to my house and told me what happened and why you disappeared.” Her gaze dropped to his chin. “You told me you loved me and I should have believed that, but at the first sign of trouble, I distrusted you. I don’t deserve your love, but I needed to prove to myself that I still loved you. Giving myself to you, giving you control over my body and my needs by letting you punish me for my mistrust, proved that to me.”
Shifting off his lap, she stood and headed for the door, retrieving her clothes as she passed the tabled.
“Where do you think you’re going, little sub?”
“Home.”
* * * *
Three day later, Melissa sat behind the desk in her office, pounding away at the keys on her computer, working on the spreadsheet for the new business they’d just acquired. Her ass still stung from Drew’s punishment, but she felt better for giving into the feelings he stirred in her heart. She hadn’t seen him since and he hadn’t called. All she could think of was, he didn’t love her anymore and that’s why he’d let her walk out of the club that night without stopping her.
Glancing at the clock on her desk, she shook her head when she realized it was already seven o’clock, but the pile of paperwork on her desk mocked her with more work.
Shrugging her shoulders, she decided to continue working. After all, she didn’t have anyone to come home to.
A firm knock on the door brought her head up as a frown wrinkled the skin between her eyebrows.
Now, who the hell could that be? Everyone else left hours ago.
The knock came again and she grumbled under her breath as she stood and moved toward the door.
When she opened it, she came face to face with a very enticing chest — one she knew all too well. Deep brown eyes looked back when she raised her chin.
“What are you doing here?”
One broad shoulder leaned against the doorjamb of her office while as sexy-as-hell smile graced his enticing mouth. “I came to deliver a message.”
“A message? What kind of message?”
“One from someone who loves you and wants you to give into your feelings.”
“Loves me?” Her heart clenched.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And who might that be?”
“Me.”
Sucking in a ragged breath, she turned and headed back for her desk. “I don’t have time for your games.”
When she faced him again, her heart dropped when she saw the beautiful bouquet of flowers he clutched in his fist.
“I’m not playing games here, Liss.” He stopped in from of her. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.”
“I’m not the right person for you, Drew.”
“Yes, you are. You’re perfect for me.”
“I couldn’t trust you not to leave me. I pushed you away,” she sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Pressing his fingers to her lips, he stopped the flow of words from her mouth before he wiped the tears from her face. “It doesn’t matter. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Raise babies with you, grow old with you.” He nibbled at the sides of her lips then slipped his tongue deep into her mouth as she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. When he lifted his head again, he whispered, “I want to bend you over your desk and fuck you until you scream my name, but I need to do something first.”
He stepped back and dropped to his knee in front of her. “Melissa Gordon, I know you are this all-powerful CEO of Marshall Enterprises and I’m nothing more than a construction worker, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Can you see past my lowly paycheck and marry me?”
Shivers rolled down her arms. “Marry you?”
A wicked grin spread across his lips when he pulled out a small ring box from his pocket. “I know it’s not much, but we can get a bigger one later.” He opened the box and a beautiful princess cut diamond winked back at her. Dropping his voice into a deep baritone, one that sent desire spiraling through her to center and make her pussy clench, he said, “Marry me, Liss.”
Epilogue
The noise of hammer guns, saws and every other type of construction machinery could be heard in the early morning hours.
Melissa groaned and rolled over in the bed only to come up against the solid chest of her husband.
He chuckled softly and skimmed his palm across her breast, making it pucker into a hard nub beneath his hand. “Wake up, Mrs. Novak. Your Dom wants to play.”
“You are insatiable, Drew,” she grumbled, but it turned to a soft moan when his lips closed over her nipple. “You do realize your crew can probably see everything going on in here since you left the curtains open.”
He lifted his head and winked. “They’re busy building your house.”
“Mmm…true. But if you aren’t out there soon, they’ll begin to wonder what’s going on in this trailer.”
“Let them wonder.”
One hand slipped over her large stomach and then down between her thighs, skimming over her clit until she was ready to scream. “Damn it, stop teasing me. You know being pregnant has made me horny as hell.”
“Sounds like someone is asking for the crop.”
“Is that a promise? Later? After you’re done for the day?”
“Only for you, babe.” He sucked on her nipple until it stood taut beneath his lips and she squirmed. “What do you want?”
“Lick me, please Sir. I need your mouth on my clit.”
“God, I love when you talk dirty.” His mouth slid down her chest, kissing her rounded stomaching and whispering to his son, before he moved down between h
er thighs. Cool air wafted across her clit and she sucked in a ragged breath seconds before his tongue licked from vagina to clit.
“Drew.”
“Yes, wife?” he asked, lifting his head and smiling when she whimpered. One finger slipped along the sides of her pussy lips and then dove inside her.
“Can I come, Sir, please?”
“Not yet, babe.” His tongue toggled her clit first clockwise then counter-clockwise, bringing her so close to climax, she whimpered.
“I need…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart. Your Dom always knows what you need.” More fingers inside her vagina coaxed her to cream for him, but she had to fight the wave of release that bordered on torture, but she loved it, loved him with everything in her heart.
“God, Drew, please. I can’t…” He removed his fingers and his mouth disappeared from her clit. Her head tossed on the blankets under her as she almost screamed in frustration until she felt his cock bobbed against her opening. She lifted her legs as high as she could and cradled his hips. “Yes, yes, yes. Now.”
With a hefty groan, he slipped his rock hard erection inside her, but didn’t move. Her eyes opened and when she saw the look in his eyes, a tear formed at the corner of hers and slipped out into her hair.
“I love you, Liss.”
“I love you, too. But if you don’t hurry up and let me come, I’m going to do it myself.”
“Saucy wench.” His hips started to rock and brought her right back to the brink of the abyss again, but before she let herself fall over, she pleaded with her eyes. “Come for me, babe.”
All the noise from outside stopped when the scream ripped from her throat as stars burst behind her eyelids and her pussy clamped down on his cock hard enough to make him come, too.
Heat flushed her cheeks when, after several moments, she could hear chuckling coming from outside and the noises of her house being built resumed.
“You are rotten,” she whispered against his sweaty brow as he gently bit the muscle between her shoulder and neck and desire zinged straight to her pussy.
“Only for you.”
“I can imagine the slaps you’ll get when you get outside.”
“Not like they haven’t heard it before, babe. You tend to be a bit noisy with your orgasms.”
“Complaining, husband?”
“Not on your life. I love to make you scream.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of Nashville. County music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.
She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
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