by Delta James
Roark softened his demeanor as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned. “Take off your bathing suit and put yourself in position over my knee. You know Daddy’s going to spank you, don’t you?”
She nodded, removing her suit and revealing her aroused body, then started toward him. She halted, her eyes pleading, but he wasn’t sure for what and doubted she knew, either. He patted his hard thigh and waited for her to accept what she already knew in her soul to be true. With a stifled sob, she assumed the position every female with a dominant partner had been taking since the dawn of time.
Roark was so proud of her. He knew what those few steps had cost her—his proud, defiant little girl had made the decision to submit to him and trusted he would safeguard her heart. He meant to humble her but planned to tell her later that at that moment, he felt humbled, too, that giving herself to him was everything.
He raised his hand and brought it down sharply, beginning a flurry of hard swats across her upturned rump, first one side, then the other. With harsh slaps he spanked her, encompassing her entire bottom, overlapping them so their distinctiveness disappeared, and her bottom turned from ivory to pink to red.
Sage squirmed, trying to get away, but he clamped his leg across the backs of hers so her efforts failed. He didn’t hold it against her since he understood it was all part of the ritual. She would resist, especially as the pain intensified, but he would never consider stopping until she completely capitulated to his dominance.
Over and over he spanked her, focusing at first on the fullest part of her bottom, staining it a dark red. Every so often, he changed it up and landed a few targeted blows to the juncture of her ass and the top of her thighs.
The longer and harder he punished her, the more engorged his cock became. The bulge in the front of his jeans had been growing since he’d first entered the elevator and had become painful as he fished her out of the pool. What he really wanted was to stop, toss her over the end of the bed, step up between her legs, and hammer her pussy until she was raw and sore, but right now, her need to be disciplined superseded his need to dominate in an entirely different manner.
In order to focus on her needs before seeing to his own, Roark redoubled the strength and fury of his swats, causing her to yowl in response. He meant to ensure while she might find walking difficult immediately after he finished fucking her, she would feel the after-effects of this spanking for the next several days. He meant to bring home the lesson each time he slammed his hips into her bruised and swollen backside as he thrust forward, ramming his cock to the end of her sheath.
Roark wanted her to be as aroused as he was when he let her up, so he began splaying his hand and deliberately catching the tender spot between her legs. Her sharp inhalation of breath let him know he’d found his target. He wanted her sore… and soaked. Every time he struck her labia, his fingers came back bearing the evidence of her arousal. Sage’s sobs of pain began to be overshadowed by moans of pleasure.
He rested his hand on the inside of her thigh and reached forward to tickle her swollen nub, letting her writhe. Trailing his fingers along the lips of her wet, swollen labia, he stroked and parted them to tease the entrance to her sheath, a gaping opening begging to be filled. He landed several open-handed swats squarely between her legs, making her wail in distress and need.
“Roark, stop. I shouldn’t have done it. I won’t do it again!”
“If the killer had found you alone in that pool, you’d be dead. You’re going to learn to mind me and follow the rules.”
Thank God he stopped. I almost came when he was spanking me.
She took deep lungfuls of air and began to breathe a bit more easily when he released the vice grip of his legs trapping hers. Helping her to her feet, he fisted her hair and led her to the corner. It wasn’t unexpected. What did catch her off guard was instead of moving away from her, he moved behind her, unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, and released his cock, throbbing in need. It was all she could do to stifle her own needy moan. If he needed to fuck her… she needed him to do it even more. She knew this was punishment sex, pure and simple, but her pussy pulsed in rhythm to his need all the same.
He ran his hands lightly up and down the side of her torso, alternating between fingertips and knuckles. Her body shuddered in anticipation and advanced arousal. Caressing her bottom with one hand, he guided the head of his hot staff to her wet sheath, pausing just outside her opening.
For the love of God, what was he waiting for? She pushed back to try to engage his cock. The crack across her backside was loud and harsh.
“Don’t you dare forget yourself with me, little girl. Daddy is the one who does the mounting, not you. I want you to feel every single inch of Daddy’s cock as he takes possession of what belongs to him.”
“Please, Roark, I want you…” she mewled in frustration and need.
“Oh, I know, Pet, but before I’m done, your pussy is going to be as sore and swollen as your backside. And after I’ve filled your pussy with my cream, Daddy’s going to fill your bottom hole as well.”
Slowly, Roark surged forward, inch by tantalizing inch, sinking deep inside her. Sage collapsed against the wall, her orgasm bursting forth to encompass them both with its power and simplicity. She needed nothing more than to be filled with him. Had Roark not held her hips, her knees would have buckled, and she’d have hit the floor.
“You need Daddy to spank you hard and fuck you harder, don’t you, little girl?”
Thrusting slowly, he exaggerated the motion that dragged his length along her inner walls, pushing to her depths and ensuring his hard pelvis bumped her tender behind, then dragged his cock back, almost retreating completely and surging forward again. This wasn’t just punishment sex, not just dominance—this was Roark taking complete control and possession, offering no mercy and giving no quarter. Sage arched her back, offering deeper penetration along with her uttered surrender.
“Daddy is going to fuck his little girl until she learns to behave.” He timed the rough pumping of his hips to punctuate each word.
His fingers dug into her tender flesh as he held her in place, thrusting with more vigor, his pelvis slamming into her punished ass, his cock hammering her pussy so she was in no doubt who was in control. Roark released the hold on one of her hips, his fist in her hair drawing her ear close to his mouth.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your sore bottom when he’s done with your pussy. He’s going to fill it up and make you scream with need. What is it they say in the song? It’s going to hurt so good. You want that, don’t you, Sage?”
His onslaught showed no signs of slowing or of his impending release. She climaxed again, praying at some point, he’d empty himself in her. There was a part of her that thought about the wrongness of what he was doing, but nothing had ever felt more right. The greater part of her—the part that took flight and soared among the heavens where there was only light—had never felt sexier, safer, more submissive, and seductive all at the same time.
Roark knew her in a way no other being ever could or would. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it to invoke that secretly submissive woman who had laid dormant for so many years. She had never liked anal, but the thought of giving herself to him that way had an allure that was undeniable. Sage wanted to feel his staff stroking her back passage in the same way he did her sheath. She needed to feel that painful stretch of her puckered rosebud as he pressed forward, humbling her at the same time he set her free. She knew he meant to encourage her to embrace all that she was, not just the parts she thought were socially acceptable.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Come for Daddy again.”
Repeatedly, he plunged into her, plundering her pussy so it pulsed and trembled all along his length. She was getting just what she needed, a good hard ramming, and reveled in his embrace. Her vaginal walls trembled. She couldn’t process the intensity of her own emotions, feelings he called forth so easily. Her
breath quickened and became labored, her moans morphing into whimpers before only silence greeted her oncoming climax, and her legs stiffened in anticipation as he gave a last brutal thrust, releasing a torrent of cum into her depths.
Roark leaned against her, pressing her into the wall, trying to catch his breath. He uncoupled from her, nuzzling her neck and kissing her gently as the overflow from his seed dribbled down her thighs. Turning her around, he placed his hand on top of her head, and just as he had in the pool, he pressed down, forcing her to her knees.
Sage wrapped her hand around the length of his cock, fisting him gently as she wet her lips. Opening her mouth, she wasn’t prepared when he cupped the back of her skull, held her in place, and drove his semi-erect cock deep into her mouth. She had to suppress her gag reflex as he pushed into the back of her throat.
“Get Daddy nice and clean, but you’d better get him hard and well lubed before he pulls it out.”
Sage was good at giving head, always liked the feeling of power and control it gave her, but this… this was not her giving Roark a blow job. No, this was Roark fucking her mouth, using it before he took her bottom hole—the only one he hadn’t had his cock in today. She was proud of her skills and was pleased with herself when he loosened his hold of her head and allowed her to service him. The idea that she was his fuck toy, and he’d use her however, whenever, wherever he wanted, spiked her arousal, and she wanted desperately to pinch her own nipples. She had never been with a man who wasn’t circumcised and wondered why she had bestowed that detail on Roark. Her tongue traced every vein and fold of his cock as it grew rigid again, enjoying the difference of his staff from the others she had known. She hadn’t expected him to recover so quickly.
He chuckled in a deeply satisfied and masculine way.
“Daddy’s little girl knows how to suck cock.”
He helped her up off her knees, but she couldn’t meet his eyes. Looking down, Sage could see both her saliva and his pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock. A part of her wanted to protest, to somehow withhold this last bastion of her power and pride, but she knew it would be an empty gesture. Her need to feel him possess her in this last intimate act of claiming was too great.
“Ask Daddy to fuck your ass, Sage.”
She said nothing but nodded.
“Not good enough. Say it!” he growled.
“Roark, please?” She begged, but wasn’t sure what she was begging for. Was it for him to breach her bottom hole with his cock or not have to ask him to do it?
“Do you want Daddy to stroke you bottom hole the way I do your pussy?” She nodded. “Do you need me to spend myself in your dark channel so it’s filled with my cum? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she said brokenly.
“Ask me.”
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes as he tilted her face toward his and nodded to encourage her.
“Daddy, will you please fuck my ass?”
“Yes, Pet. Daddy will use your bottom hole for his pleasure… and yours.” He smiled. “You’re going to like this a lot more than you’re going to want to. I promise.”
He led her to the bed and helped her up on her hands and knees. Sliding his hand along her spine, rump to the nape of her neck, he pressed her down into the mattress while nudging her legs apart. Roark grasped her hips and pressed his cock against her tight, dark rosebud.
“You want Daddy to fuck your pretty bottom hole?”
She could only nod. She had lost the ability and the will to respond verbally or deny her own need.
Roark positioned his cock and began to penetrate her, slowly but determinedly, inch-by-inch. His control was absolute as he pushed his staff past the tight ring of muscle. He didn’t seem rushed; it was as if he planned to use all the time in the world to show her a new way to be pleasured and to ensure she enjoyed it. It might have been easier to take had he simply sought his own pleasure in a way that humbled her. But he hadn’t.
He continued to press forward until the swell of her bottom was cradled by his pelvis. Even though he’d made her wear a butt plug, his cock was far larger and stretched her far more. He groaned as he seated himself in her ass and then began to move inside her.
Roark began to thrust gently. The movement was far different from the normally powerful stroking she’d become used to. He seemed more intent on savoring her response and allowing her dark passage to accept and enjoy this new carnal pleasure than in achieving his own release. She couldn’t help but think that her dark rosebud had to be strangling his large staff… and she didn’t care. The new sensations were wickedly exquisite.
She hadn’t expected to enjoy it. She had thought he would force her to endure, but he seemed intent instead in making her crave his touch in this way as well. Slowly, but surely, the sting from his first breaching gave way to a profound sense of submissiveness that only enhanced her pleasure. Sage had never expected to enjoy having her ass fucked, and certainly never thought to need it, but she was wrong.
Sage’s beaded nipples ached, her clit throbbed, and her pussy pulsed in the same tempo as he stroked her back passage. Her body was alight with arousal and need, just as it was when he fucked her pussy. Sage’s sighs morphed into a deep keening as he drove into her again and again. She clutched and grasped at the bedclothes, desperate for something to do with her hands.
“Roark,” she wailed. Every muscle in her body convulsed as the neurons fired, sending wave after wave of pleasure to wash over her. Her darkest channel clamped down on his plunging rod and Roark groaned in response.
“Come for Daddy. Show me you’re sorry for disobeying Daddy, and you want Daddy to use whichever hole he wants, whenever he wants.” She moaned in surrender and need. “That’s my good girl.”
The tempo and speed with which Roark moved inside her increased; his cock began to thicken as he began to spend himself. The pumping of his seed triggered an automatic response, and she came, her dark sheath clamping down on him rhythmically. When at last he was done, he leaned over her back, kissing and nuzzling her to ease her return from her rapturous flight. When she sighed and relaxed beneath him, he followed her down and then eased himself from her. Never during the entire interlude was he ever in danger of losing control.
He lifted her in his arms and strode into the bath. Adjusting the water temp and pressure of the wondrous shower, he stepped in and placed her on her feet, careful to ensure she was leaning against him so he could support her weight. He washed her gently, interspersing his bathing with kisses and caresses until her body was languid in his embrace. Carrying her back to their bed, he tucked her in, then leaned down to kiss her. When he started to move away, she reached out to catch his hand. He smiled, returning to her to kiss her again.
“I’m just going to get my laptop, baby. Daddy’s not going anywhere.”
Sage waited until he returned and propped himself up in bed, then using his leg as a kind of body pillow, she cradled her head in his lap and was asleep almost instantly.
Sage woke, wrapped in Roark’s embrace. She feared one morning she would wake, and he’d be trapped again inside the pages of her novel.
“Didn’t you hear Daddy tell you he wasn’t going to leave you?” he whispered. “Whatever it was that pulled me out of the book isn’t strong enough to force me back.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. I’ve been trying to break free… to pierce the veil, as it were. Each time, it felt as though I got closer. When I realized you were in danger, no power that ever existed was going to be strong enough to contain me. I broke free and came for you. Therefore, there isn’t anything that could trap me again. Makes sense, right?”
She nodded, agreeing with him. It did have a certain kind of logic. The ass fucking he’d given her the night before had not been the last time he’d had his way with her. She’d vowed never to write that in a novel, but now understood the reality of that scenario. She was stiff, sore, and happier than she had ever been in her life.
Roark sat up, and Sage snuggled against him.
“Did you find anything?” she asked.
“I did. Or, more accurately, I was able to unravel a motive for someone to want to kill you. Our friend, Eddy, was able to trace the source of funding from your Mr. Shackelford back to the person who hired him.”
“You know? Then can we have Holmes…?”
“That was one of your more obnoxious name choices.” He grinned. “But yes, Michael should be able to help us. The problem is what we have as proof would never be admissible. He isn’t unsympathetic, and like in the books, he basically told me he’d look the other way if I wanted to handle the situation, but for the Yard to arrest her and put her away…”
“Her?” Sage interrupted.
He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Gail?”
“Yes, Pet. I rather suspect she’s been behind all of it—the attempts in North Carolina and the threatening note here. That way, when you ended up dead, it would just be seen as part of the pattern of a crazed stalker. She’s been embezzling from you for years—underreporting sales, overreporting expenses. It’s a mess. So, we have the motive, know what she did and who she hired, we just need to connect the dots. I went back and read all those emails and reexamined your royalty reports. It became obvious your publisher was a bully and was embezzling money—and not just from you. Those emails from her after you left are pretty damning, but they won’t hold up in court.”
“What if I confront her wearing a wire?”
“No… that’s far too dangerous. At this point, she’ll be like a cornered, wounded animal… dangerous.”
“I’ll have you, Gabe, and Michael for backup, and she won’t expect me to have the spine to do anything, even if I confront her.”
He shook his head. “You will have showed her your hand, exposed yourself, and she still might not implicate herself.”
“If she doesn’t say anything, at least she knows that I know. Then if you and Holmes step out, she’ll know you know, which should freak her out. Come on, Roark…”