Beg For Me by Sierra Cartwright

Epilogue

“We’re going to need a different ladder,” Mira said, looking up at the Christmas tree that stood over fourteen feet tall.

“We’re going to need scaffolding,” Torin corrected, coming up behind her to slide his arms possessively around her waist. “A crane, maybe. That is, if you still want the star on top.”

She maneuvered herself around to face him. “It needs it.”

“How do you know? No one can see the top.”

Mira raised her eyebrows.

Her husband of three months sighed. “I figured it was worth a try.” Then a sly grin sauntered across his features, sending her insides into a freefall. “It will cost you.”

His eyes glittered with Dominant intent, and she was more than willing to pay his price. “You have to admit, the tree is perfect.”

“Better than I imagined.”

Once Mira agreed to marry him, Torin hadn’t been content to wait, and they’d spent a few days away, on vacation, making plans for their future.

Since neither of them wanted to quit working for Hawkeye Security and they wanted to be together as much as possible, she’d applied for a teaching position at Aiken Training Facility.

Once she was offered the job, she and Torin started house hunting, spending hours a day poring through pictures online.

She’d fallen in love with the large space, designed to resemble a log cabin. The main living area had a soaring cathedral ceiling and numerous skylights, meaning the interior would be flooded with light even during the long northern Nevada winters.

Torin had urged her toward caution. The home needed extensive renovations, and it was impossible to tell how sound it was until they had it inspected.

But the moment they walked in the front door, the space wrapped around her, seeming to welcome her home.

Torin had been more skeptical, until their real estate agent showed them a secret room behind a bookcase in the master bedroom.

Suddenly he, too, had seen the property’s potential.

“Spy shit,” Hallie had said when Mira told her about it. “Of course you’d love it.”

From the moment they hired the contractors, she’d known it was the perfect spot for them to build their new life together. They were on several acres of land. They were close enough to work that the commute wasn’t terrible, and far enough away to have privacy after they left the training facility.

“I’ll take payment in advance,” he informed her.

“Will you, Commander Carter?”

All traces of teasing vanished from his eyes. “Master Torin.”

Instantly she slid into a submissive mindset. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have knelt.

“I’ll meet you in the play room.”

Even though they’d been lovers for over six months, when his tone was roughened with dominant demand, her mouth dried, making words almost impossible.

“Fifteen minutes?”

She nodded.

“Please wear a thong, fishnet stockings, a garter belt, and heels.”

Slowly, he released her. “Don’t be late, mo shearc.”

She hurried up the stairs, and on the landing, turned to look down at him. Arms folded across his long-sleeved Henley T-shirt, he was watching her.

“You’re down to fourteen minutes, sub.”

“Sir.” She hurried into their bedroom and pulled open the drawer of her closed built-in. One of the stockings snagged on a leather bra clasp, increasing her sense of urgency. The faster she moved, the slower she seemed to go.

In every area of her life, she was more than competent, but when it came to scening with him, she couldn’t keep her thoughts straight.

She selected a red garter belt and a black thong as her mind spun through a dozen different possibilities. The Saint Andrew’s cross? The spanking bench? Or the Wall of Torture designed by a friend of his in Denver?

The panties slipped from her trembling fingers.

That was her favorite thing, and he was incredibly inventive when it came to using the numerous metal rails attached to wall.

In the near distance, the door to their bedroom opened, which meant Torin had entered and her time might be running short.

She forced herself to take a few deep breaths before stripping.

Even thought the heater had cycled recently, her nipples became hardened little beads. And they ached for his attention.

Two minutes later, she slipped into her highest heels, then walked through their bedroom and into the secret room.

Torin was in the center of the room, an acrylic paddle strapped to his side.

In the doorway, she hesitated. She hated the thing as much as she loved it. It was brutal, but each time she took it, she adored the resulting endorphins.

Though she had made peace with her need to push herself to achieve ever-greater results, she still enjoyed being taken to her limits. And it was astounding to know that he was there for her, always watching and caring.

“Oh, Mira…” He drew a breath, and his eyes became hooded as he swept his gaze over her. “Even more beautiful than this morning.”

At dawn, he’d made sweet love to her, and he’d listed a dozen things he cherished about her. His constant appreciation nourished her on a soul-deep level, making her wonder how she’d managed without him.

“Please come to me.”

Her shoes echoed off the hardwood flooring, the strike matching her heartbeat.

“What is tonight about?” he asked when she was in front of him.

Her tender lover from earlier had been replaced by this badass Dom.

“I want a favor from you…” She hesitated. Lowering her gaze, she finished. “Sir.”

He groaned. “You’re the perfect sub.”

She looked up at him through her lashes.

“Your nipples are already hard.”

In a fraction of a second, he’d once again become her Master.

“Perhaps you’re anticipating having them clamped?”

Her pussy dampened.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Anything you want, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Please put your hands behind your neck.”

Obediently, she did as he said. He grabbed the front of her thong and pulled forward and up, forcing her onto her toes. She gasped. Mira had been sure he was going to play with her breasts, so this unexpected move hit her with double force.

The material split her in half and seared her clit.

She hissed out a breath.

“I love hurting you like this.”

His grip, combined with the power of his words, sent a climax crashing through her.

“You didn’t come, did you?” He made a small tsking sound.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Don’t worry about apologizing.”

He was a devil of a Dom. He’d work hard to give her an orgasm, then punish her for it.

No wonder she was addicted to him.

“Now your nipples.” Torin released her thong but left the material scrunched uncomfortably in her crotch. He rolled each nipple, tweaking, squeezing, tugging until she was breathless and it took all of her self-control to remain in the position he’d ordered.

Then without warning, he sucked one into his mouth, applying harsh pressure and a tiny bite.

“Oh, Sir!”

With a horrid chuckle, he moved on to the other side, sucking until she cried his name over and over.

Without warning, he left her to select a pair of Japanese clover clamps from a drawer in the armoire he’d had built to hold their toys.

This pair had an extralong chain between them, which meant awful things for her.

Involuntarily, she shivered.

It’d been a while since they had a scene this intense. Until her whole body throbbed, she hadn’t realized how badly she needed it.

He placed the clamps, then gave them a sharp tug, making her yelp.

“That didn’t sound like a safe word.”

“It wasn’t, Sir,” she assured him.

“I want you at the wall, wife.”

Yes. Yes, please.

“But first…”

Puzzled, she looked at him.

He pulled out a pair of weights from a back pocket.

In order not to protest, she clamped her lips together. Those things would be horribly uncomfortable.

The pain-loving submissive in her soared as he wrapped her chain around one of his hands, holding it steady while he affixed the hefty teardrop-shaped pieces of metal in place.

“Should I gently let go? Or should I drop it so it yanks on you?”

They both knew it wasn’t her decision. His questions were meant to stoke her fear.

“Naughty girl that you are, you’d come again if I did that.” He leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I…”

He dropped the chain. She cried out from the sudden shock. Between her legs, the weights swung back and forth.

She closed her eyes against the pain.

As always, he knew what she needed, and he stroked a thumb between her legs, vanquishing everything except pleasure.

“Don’t you dare even consider coming.”

Mira floated somewhere ethereal, where nothing existed but the moment and her man.

“Let’s get you to the wall.”

With his arms folded, he watched her. Each step made the weights sway, forcing her to take slow, small steps.

She hazarded a glance Torin’s direction. His cock bulged against his jeans. His arousal was reward enough for her suffering.

A little more than a foot from the wall, he instructed her to stop. “Please bend over and extend your arms forward. And your feet should never cross that line.”

Now she knew why he’d placed a strip of blue tape on the floor.

About waist height, he secured her wrists in place. Her back was flat, and the weights were only a couple of inches off the floor. Her bonds would prevent her from standing, and any movement would make her nipples ache.

“Comfortable?”

“Not in the least, Sir.”

“Ah. In that case, let’s consider it perfect.”

Mira might have guessed he’d say that.

After caressing her shoulders—with a gentleness that contrasted powerfully with his sternness—he left her for a few seconds and then returned to stroke between her legs. She fought to keep still, but with the way she was already aroused, it was beyond difficult.

Despite her best intentions, she moved, trying to entice him to stroke her clit harder. He brushed aside her thong to insert a finger in her pussy. “Oh, Sir!”

“You may orgasm. But each time you do, I’ll add four strokes to your paddling.”

“That’s madness, Sir!”

“To the contrary, my darling bride. You’re in complete control. We’ll start with the eight I want to give you, and we’ll go as high as you wish.” Without warning, he dug his fingers into one of her buttocks and separated it from the other in order to more easily press a cold, slick plug into her anus.

“Ugh!” This was bigger than the one he usually used on her, making her struggle until she managed to control her breathing.

Torin had never demanded this much from her before, and she adored him all the more for it. He knew what drove her.

When she settled in, breathing hard to fight off an orgasm, he slipped a U-shaped vibrator into her pussy and turned it on, filling her with a slow occasional pulse.

After her first whimper, he placed the gusset of her thong over the tiny toy to hold it in.

Not knowing what to expect or when made it all the more difficult to control her reactions.

He stepped back, then used the remote control to turn up the device’s intensity.

Panting for breath, Mira squirmed, trying to escape while being unyieldingly held in place.

“We’re starting with eight strikes from the paddle.”

The thing was a beast. Though it was much thinner than some of her wooden paddles, it hurt significantly worse. It had a little give, and if he pulled it back right away, its burn would be more significant.

Always the perfect Dominant, he warmed her up, delivering a few spanks with his hand. Because of the way the vibrator danced in her and the plug filled her ass, another orgasm was already forming.

She wanted to get this over with. “Sir…”

He stopped spanking her to fuck her with the toy.

Damn. No. No. “No!” The orgasm plowed into her. Arching her back, she tugged against her restraints, swinging the weights attached to her clamps.

Mira was miserable and now had to take extra strokes.

“How many orgasms since we started?”

Before answering, she hesitated. “Two, but… Well, that first one… You hadn’t said I’d receive four more spanks for that one.”

“I see. So you want more?”

“No! Sir.” How did he always do this to her? Tie up her thoughts as surely as her body?

“Count them for me.”

He delivered the first six in a precise and measured way, making them as easy to take as possible.

After the seventh, he squeezed her right nipple.

In a useless, desperate attempt to escape, she bent her knees.

“Where are we?” he asked, even though she knew he hadn’t forgotten. He’d never be that careless.

“Seven. Sir.”

“Meaning?”

“Five more.”

He gave her another two before squeezing her left nipple. As she sidled away, he delivered two more spanks, and the sensations overcame her, pushing her over the edge again.

“Oh dear.” Pleasure was threaded through his words, letting her know how much he enjoyed paddling her. “Now how many?”

From her position, the spanks, the orgasms, and the relentless whir of the vibrator, the world was turning pink.

“Seven. Sir.”

She was aware of the next two, then… Nothing. Just an empty, peaceful void, where she floated.

“Mira?”

Pain shot through her nipples. Then it was instantly eased as he squeezed each of them.

“Are you back?”

She blinked. Subspace? One of his arms was beneath her belly, supporting her upper body.

Then her wrists were free, and he was making broad circles on her skin to help restore circulation. She wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t since every part of her felt warm and wonderful.

Torin carried her back to the bedroom and then used a warm, damp cloth to bathe her after he removed the plug and the vibrator.

Tucked beneath the covers, in her husband’s arms, Mira continued to drift.

She had no idea how long it took her to become aware of reality again, and when she did, Torin was smiling at her.

“We need to do that more often.”

“Yes. Please.” Scening was an amazing stress relief, and it also reconnected them. For a couple of months after she was wounded, he’d been afraid of hurting her and had refused to play with her at all. The connection, when he finally relented, had cemented their relationship as nothing else could.

Since they’d been in their home, his nightmares had stopped, and she’d let down her guard for the first time in her life.

Outside their window, the sun yielded to night. “I heard back from Hallie this afternoon,” she said.

“Oh?” He moved his head so he could look at her as she spoke.

“She and Bartholomew are going to come and stay for a few days around New Year.”

“Good.”

Since he knew she missed her friend, he’d been the one to suggest the visit. That would give them a few weeks to finish the renovations on the guest apartment above their three-car garage.

“Did you ever do a background check on him?”

“Hallie asked me not to. Remember?”

“I noticed you didn’t answer the question. Which is your way of fibbing without actually lying.”

“Maybe a quick search for a criminal record.”

“Mira…”

That was fair. She’d stopped short of going through his finances. “But someone named Bartholomew is automatically suspect. It’s fancy, right? Like a rich name. Or a fake one.”

“It’s been eight months, right? If there were warning signs, you’d have seen them by now.”

She wondered. It’d taken Hallie’s ex-boyfriend a year to reveal his.

“Hallie’s happy with him.”

Which should be enough.

“She’s right that you should give the spy shit a rest.”

With a small smile, she snuggled back into his arms.

“I’m going to make love to you, Mira.”

Happier than she had a right to be, she pulled back the blankets.

Torin stroked his fingers into her hair, then tugged back her head and held it still as he lowered his mouth to hers with purposeful intent. “You were meant for me. And I will never let you go.”

Mira shivered from the husky intensity in his voice. “You are the only man I have ever loved. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.” The she sighed, surrendering to his deep, all-consuming kiss.

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Thank you for reading Meant For Me. I hope you enjoyed Mira and Torin’s love story. I invite you to spend time with another Hawkeye agent, the irresistible Jacob Walker in Hold On To Me. He is supposed to protect her, not fall in love.

Cowboyand former military operative Jacob Walker can’t refuse one last mission, protecting the beautiful, fiery Elissa. But she refuses to be whisked away from her life like a terrified damsel in distress. But that’s exactly what happens when she finds herself thrown over the muscular shoulder of one very inflexible, annoying, and handsome, alpha bodyguard. Once she’s at his remote ranch she discovers something much more dangerous than the threat facing her—her very real attraction to her smoking-hot captor.

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★★★★★ Full of real, raw, beautiful emotions with vibrant characters. ~Amazon Reviewer

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