Beg For Me by Sierra Cartwright

Chapter Seven

Clutching the towel closed, Elissa walked to the water’s edge.

“So very brave.”

She still wasn’t convinced.

“It’s okay once you get used to it.” Eyes dancing with a wicked gleam, he scooped up a handful of water and flicked it in her direction.

That was the motivation she needed.

After dropping the towel, she waded in, gritting her teeth against the temperature shock. “Look, Mister…” She crouched to return the favor, splashing him hard enough to drench him.

He took it like a man, standing there grinning even as droplets raced down his chest and thighs. “Do it again. Only this time come closer.”

Was that a threat? Or an invitation?

Either way, she couldn’t resist him.

After taking two tentative steps toward him, she bent over. His reactions were lightning fast. He swept her up and dragged her against him, holding her close, pressing one palm against her buttocks and the other between her shoulder blades.

“Your nipples are hard.”

“You said you’d warm me up.”

His eyes telegraphed his intent, and she obediently tipped her head back to accept his kiss.

He claimed her, plundered, then silently promised her more. And she wanted everything he offered.

By the time he pulled back, she was shaking from a fresh wave of desire. And even though she expected him to release her, his grip was firm.

“Admit it. I was right. It’s better than you thought it would be.”

Against her, his cock began to harden again.

“Yes.” Everything was. The sex. His kiss. Skinny-dipping. “Much better.”

He brushed his lips across her forehead before letting her go.

Now that they weren’t playing, the chill crept back in. She made her way to the river’s edge to pick up her towel and wrap it around her before finding a large, warm rock to sit on.

“I think we have a bottle of chardonnay in the picnic basket. Shall I pour you a glass?”

“Please.” She should help, but she was so comfortable that she didn’t want to leave her spot.

A few minutes later, he joined her. He’d pulled on a pair of shorts but hadn’t bothered to dry off. Was he immune to the cold, as well as everything else that bothered mere mortals?

“Scoot over.”

She wiggled over a few inches, enough to give him a little room. Then she accepted the plastic tumbler he offered her. After sitting next to her, he tipped his glass toward hers. “Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.”

They clinked their rims together.

“Actually I can’t think of anything better.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Still feeling like a prisoner?”

There were reminders, constant ones. But they’d faded into the background. “Not as much. I really needed this.”

“Good. I have other ideas on how to keep you occupied.”

So did she.

“Food.”

She blinked. “Food?”

“What did you think I was talking about?” Jacob’s voice held a light tease.

Right now, he was so different from the serious cowboy who’d kidnapped her and the implacable Dom who’d tied her up and sent shockwaves of orgasms through her body.

She liked every side of him and marveled at how much more emotionally revealing he was than any other man she’d ever been with.

“I’ll set out the picnic, and you can join me when you’re ready.”

Once she’d finished her wine, she shimmied back into her clothes. No way would she ever be as comfortable with near nudity as he was.

Deborah had provided everything they might need, including utensils, plates, and napkins. The feast included fresh guacamole and tortilla chips, sandwiches on thick, crusty bread, olives, and a brick of cheese with apple slices as an accompaniment. There was also a delicious-looking assortment of cookies and brownies—not that Elissa needed them after this morning’s doughnut. “This looks amazing.”

After filling their plates, they sat in the chairs to enjoy the meal.

“Are you really going to come up with an idea for Deborah’s ski bunny? Or were you being polite?”

“I already have. But if she wants me to illustrate the children’s book? I’ll need a pseudonym.”

“Because of the work you’re doing on the portrait for me?”

“I never said I’d complete it.”

“Then why else would you need a pseudonym?” With a triumphant grin, he stood, then offered to take her empty plate.

He’d won. And they both knew it.

An hour or so later, he dressed and loaded up the UTV. “Still want to drive it?”

“Really? You meant it?”

Once she was behind the wheel, he gave her a few quick instructions.

She accelerated and was shocked by the responsiveness. Quickly she backed off the throttle, then looked in his direction with her mouth parted from shock.

“Top speed is about sixty miles an hour.”

That seemed really fast for this machine. “Am I scaring you?”

“It would take a whole lot more than that, Elissa.”

She set a comfortable pace while he updated Lifeguard on their status.

While she drove, he scrolled through his phone before finally sliding it back into the compartment on the dash. “How many kids do you want?”

“Me?”Elissa took her eyes off the makeshift road long enough to glance at him again. “Why are you asking?”

“You asked me.”

“But that was related to the ranch. Passing the land to the next generation.”

“You’re working with Deborah, and Adele really liked you.” He adjusted his ball cap. “Seemed like a logical extension to me.”

“I’ve been so busy with life that I hadn’t given a lot of consideration to being a mom.” And this discussion would be easier if she wasn’t sitting so close to a man she could suddenly picture as the father of her children.

“Hypothetically, then. Would you like to have kids?”

She flexed her fingers on the steering wheel. “I guess so. Yes.”

“How many?”

For a moment, she considered her answer. “Two? Maybe three.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The summer air was suddenly too hot to breathe. “What?”

“I gave your question some more thought. Four sounds like a good number. Close in age. What do you think?”

They were having two separate conversations, weren’t they? He couldn’t possibly be talking about—thinking about—having babies with her. “Four?” The pitch of her voice was high and squeaky.

“Hypothetical children. Four’s a good number, don’t you agree?”

Heat, warm and liquid, flowed through her at the idea of having his children.

“This is hypothetical, right?”

“Until it’s not.”

He reached over to steady the steering wheel, and that’s when she realized she was dangerously skirting the edge of the road.

“We can start with two and figure it out from there.”

“Jacob…”

His phone rang. Without apology, he answered it. For minutes, while she sat there, thoughts swirling, he discussed ranch business.

As she braked to a stop near the house, he ended the call, with a promise to get back to the person he was talking to.

She exited the vehicle, and he joined her at the front of it. “I’ve got some work to do. Sorry. How about I join you for dinner in an hour or two? I’ll cook.”

A little time alone suited her fine.

Jacob paused for a second to trace her jawbone before striding into the house. She opted for a quick shower after being outdoors all afternoon…and having sex with him in the wide open.

When she returned to the main level, there was no sign of Jacob, and she was restless. After pouring a glass of wine, she headed back to her office, Waffle darting ahead, constantly underfoot.

Pulled by creative energy, she opened the image she was creating for him. Who was she trying to fool? From the moment he’d asked for it, it belonged to him, much like she did.

Chardonnay pushed to the side, she went back to work, darkening the submissive’s hair and changing her eyes to blue.

She realized what had been confounding her—it was the muted emotion in the picture. While there was some, she wanted people who saw it to gasp at the realness of what was happening between the Dominant and his submissive.

But after surrendering to Jacob last night, and what they’d shared today, she was different. More open. More vulnerable. Maybe a little apprehensive. And she intended to infuse the image with the depth of her feelings.

Determined, she began her edits, dramatically changing the scene. She moved the woman’s hair aside to expose her face. Then she altered the tilt of her chin. And now, instead of having her gaze cast down, the submissive looked up at her Dom through a fringe of lashes. Adoration melded with trust to create… Love.

Time stood still as she made hundreds of tiny corrections to the draft. Then, once she was satisfied, she pushed back from the desk and exhaled.

“Jesus.” Jacob’s single whispered word was heartfelt, and she knew the changes she’d made were the right ones.

She hadn’t consciously heard him enter the apartment, but she’d known he was there. Every part of her recognized his presence and responded to it. She’d drawn inspiration from his comforting, commanding presence, even though he hadn’t said a word.

Slowly she spun her chair to face him. He stood near the bar area, arms folded. His eyes were dark, radiating his approval.

“May I?”

“It’s not the image you asked for. So if you’d like me to work on the other, I can. I still have the original saved.”

As he crossed the room, she turned back to the monitor.

He stood behind her, hands tight on her shoulders. “It’s even better than the previous version.”

“I’m glad you’re pleased.” Now all she needed to do was translate it onto canvas, which would be a painstaking process—and worth every minute.

“But I want to see that expression in your eyes this evening.”

She tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

“After dinner, I want you to present yourself to me in the dungeon. You’ll wear my collar. This time, you’ll ask me to put it on you.”

His voice was confident, as if he didn’t question her compliance.

“Be mine, Elissa.”

That word again—mine.

Every time he said it, it became truer for her.

* * *

For the fifthtime in as many minutes, Jacob took his gaze off the camera feed in front of him and checked his watch. Eight o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

Earlier, they’d eaten dinner together, but Elissa had mostly pushed food around her plate. She’d been jumpy, as if nervous about their upcoming evening together.

Rather than soothing her, he’d slipped into Dom mode, telling her what time to meet him, and asking her to wear nothing other than his T-shirt when she arrived. Though he preferred her naked, until she was more comfortable, that was too big of a request.

After sending her upstairs to get ready for their evening ahead, he’d taken a shower, then headed to his command center to call Hawkeye. Of course the man hadn’t answered, and now Jacob was reviewing tape from the day and glancing through the notes provided by the security team.

Nothing out of the ordinary. John Mansfield, the agent occupying the temporary guard shack near the ranch’s gated entrance, reported the arrival of a delivery van at one thirty-seven p.m. The driver proceeded to the house and dropped off several boxes that Jacob had ordered. The van was logged back off the property fourteen minutes later.

All perimeter reports filed by Laurents and Johnson were clear.

The phone trilled with Hawkeye’s ringtone. “Walker.”

As expected, Hawkeye skipped ordinary pleasantries. “How’s Wildflower?”

Though he knew his friend was hoping for a detailed answer, Jacob had no intention of revealing anything that wasn’t necessary. “Adapting.”

“That sounds promising.”

Before Hawkeye dug for more information, Jacob seized control of the conversation. “What have you found out?”

“Not fucking enough.”

The response was more honest than Jacob had expected.

“The list of my enemies is long.”

“Narrowed it down?”

“According to the profilers we’ve got working on it, we’re most likely looking for a man, though a woman can’t be ruled out.”

“Because of the anthrax.”

“And the UNSUB is targeting people I care about.”

Jacob nodded. In general, certain patterns of behavior were perpetrated by men. But women were known to use poisons. So the unknown subject could be either sex.

“We’re looking at protective services cases where one of our clients got hurt or lost someone close to them.”

“Or something from our ops overseas.” Over the years, there’d been plenty of casualties, intentional as well as unfortunate, unintentional ones. “And there was a training accident at the compound.”

“As I said, the list is long.” Hawkeye’s voice held a weary note. “We’re assigning investigators to the targets that seem most likely.”

It had to be asked. “Including Colombia?”

“Yeah.”

Maybe if they’d been called in earlier, the Hawkeye team could have provided more help and had a better outcome. As it was, Melvin Rollins thought he could pay the hefty ransom and secure his daughter’s release. Thirty-six hours after the money drop, there had been no sign of her. Frantic, Rollins had hired Hawkeye. But by the time Jacob and the rest of the team located her, she’d been dead—for less than two hours.

The abject horror and disappointment had killed his desire for any further involvement with security.

On the day of his daughter’s funeral, Rollins had given a grief-stricken press conference, unfairly blaming Hawkeye Security for failing to mobilize faster.

“Rollins is supposedly out of the country at the moment.”

Which didn’t mean he was innocent, but it made him less likely a suspect.

“We’re working twenty-four seven.”

Which meant they were consuming a lot of resources.

“Keep Wildflower safe.”

The idea of anyone harming her sent raw anger and fury surging in him. They’d have to go through me first.

He ended the call, then left his command center. In the hallway, he paused. Water was running, and the soft scent of lavender filled the air. That was all it took for him to be ravenous, his whole body demanding he possess her.

To steady himself, he dragged a hand through his hair.

He’d never been in love before, never understood why men did stupid things—wrote poetry, sent flowers, bought stupidly expensive rings, forgot common sense—when it came to women.

And now. Now he knew.

Because he was in danger of thinking about nothing other than her and the future he wanted them to create together.

Earlier, they’d talked about children. Until now, it had been little more than an abstract idea. His grandparents had wanted him to keep the ranch in the family, passing it on to their heirs. This afternoon, though, the idea took hold, and he couldn’t shake it. He imagined spilling his hot seed inside Elissa’s slick pussy, then seeing her pregnant with his baby.

He pictured their kids learning to ride horses, playing in the river, ice skating on a pond, traversing every inch of the land, then, as they were older, heading out on snowmobiles to find the perfect Christmas tree.

For a man who’d lived only for the present, this was a hell of a departure for him.

The house fell silent, and then the sound of a soft splash reached him.

Since less than an hour remained before she would join him, he jogged down the stairs. Unnecessarily he double-checked that all locks were engaged, and he informed the team they were in for the night.

Then he entered the dungeon to prepare it for her arrival.

He adjusted the room temperature so it was a little on the warm side. Since he intended to have her bare before him, he wanted her to be comfortable. He placed a couple of bottles of water in the refrigerator to chill, and he draped a lightweight blanket over the back of the chair. Even though it was summer, she might want to snuggle for comfort after the scene.

He checked the equipment he intended to use, making certain everything was in working order. Finally he completed two circuits around the space and stopped with his back to the fireplace, waiting.

Right on time, she arrived, pausing in the open doorway.

Her perfection took his breath away.

His T-shirt reached the middle of her thighs, and her hair brushed her shoulders. She looked at him with a mixture of trust and apprehension.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Yesterday, their scene had progressed naturally, starting with a kiss. Tonight, he wanted to create something a little more formal, hoping to nudge her into a submissive headspace before they began. If his plan worked, tonight’s experience would be even more pleasurable. “I’d like you to undress before entering.”

Though she hesitated, she didn’t protest.

In a single move, she pulled the material off and allowed it to fall to the floor.

Her nipples blossomed into tight buds, and she clasped her hands in front of her for a brief second before evidently realizing what she’d done. With a deep inhalation, she lowered her arms to her sides.

“Come to me, Elissa.”

Nodding, she crossed to him, her bare feet silent on the floor. He’d decided against music. He wanted to hear her breaths, every sigh, moan, whimper.

“Uhm…”

“Kneel, my fair Elissa.”

Her motions were perfect, artistry mixed with grace. “Open yourself. Your hands behind your neck with your shoulders and elbows turned back.”

Once she did, he uttered words of praise. “Perfection. It’s as if you’re offering your breasts to me.”

“Yes…Sir.”

Generally when they spoke, her voice was strong. But here, there was a quiet submissive respect that he adored. She was still the confident woman he had fallen for, but she was willing to reveal a side she hid from the world. That was heady indeed, and he vowed to honor that trust. “Now spread your knees as far apart as you can.”

Because she couldn’t use her hands for balance, she made a couple of adjustments before settling in.

“Exactly as I like. This is what I mean when I ask you to open yourself.”

“I’ll remember.”

He left her long enough to fetch a thin collar and a delicate leash. While the pieces weren’t an exact match for the ones in the image she was working on for him, they were close enough. “Ask me.”

Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “Please put your collar on me, Sir.” Mouth slightly parted, she stared up at him while he fastened it in place.

He could repeat this act every day for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

Her breath caught when he attached the leash.

Holding the end, he took a step back, instantly recognizing that her picture had captured this moment in advance.

Her wildflower-blue eyes were wide with adoration. Though she’d never professed her love, he saw it in her gaze.

And he had no doubt the same was reflected in his.

More than ever, he was anxious for her to get on with the painting so he could have the portrait here where it belonged. “I’d like you on the top of the spanking bench.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Jacob offered no assistance while she stood, preferring to watch her sensual movements. “Go ahead. I’ll follow you.”

He remained where he was until the leash tightened, and she froze to look back at him.

Having her at his mercy like this made his cock hot and heavy, throbbing with need. “A perversion,” he offered by way of apology. “I wanted to see what you would do.” With enough force, the leash would snap. His control over her was not much more than an illusion, and without her permission, he held no power.

“And?” She tipped her head quizzically. “Is this a game? If so—”

“No.” He held up a hand. “I promise you, it’s not. We’re simply exploring this part of our relationship. Continue.”

This time, he followed her, close enough that the lead remained loose.

When she arrived at the bench, she placed a knee onto one of the siderails.

“I want you on your back, not your belly.”

She looked over her shoulder. “Sir?”

“I have a few things in mind before I begin to torture you.”

Her gulp of fear thrilled him. “Up you go. Then scoot to the end and part your thighs.”

Once she was in place, he removed her leash and fastened it to one of his belt loops, then stood at the far end of the bench.

“I’m confused.”

“I think what you mean is that you’re being patient while awaiting your Dominant’s next instruction.”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I meant. Sir.”

Perfectly trusting. Perfectly compliant. Perfectly his. “There’s a mirror on the wall to your right. Look at yourself.”

Though she turned her head, it was his gaze she sought.

“Watch us.”

As if to ask a question, she opened her mouth. A scant second later, she closed it again.

“Very good.” He smiled, and in response she wriggled around a little before resettling. “Now, remembering my command to watch us, I want you to get yourself off.”

She went rigid.

Rather than chastise her, he gently cupped her breasts, then squeezed them. In reaction, she moaned and arched her back.

Exerting a tiny bit more pressure, he leaned over to capture her mouth.

He took every bit of her sweetness and demanded more. When her tender mouth was swollen, he reluctantly ended the kiss.

While she watched, he pinched her sensitive nipples, and she gasped. “You’re driving me mad.”

“Good.”

Without further prompting, she began to masturbate, using her left hand to spread her labia while using her right index finger to stroke her clit.

Watching her get off while he played with her tits made his cock ache. Jacob had never been driven by lust, until she blazed into his life.

“Jacob… Sir…”

“Hold off a little longer.”

She bit into her lower lip, and she moved her finger off her clit.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

“But—”

“Or to argue. You may want to do as you’re told before I change my mind about letting you have an orgasm at all.”

In the mirror, her eyes pleaded with him. Delighting in the power of her obedience, he shook his head.

“It’s pleasure.” She whimpered. “And pain.”

Jacob severed the connection of their gazes to look in the mirror attached to the wall in front of him. “You’ve allowed your thighs to close.”

When she moaned instead of correcting her error, he tugged on her nipples harshly before releasing them.

“Oh! Oh! I’m going to come.”

“My wonderful little sub enjoys a little nipple play? Good to know.” His use of the mirrors provided an added dimension. She was compelled to stare at him, but he was looking at her pussy. She couldn’t see him clearly enough to read his reactions. “But no orgasm yet.”

“Ja-cob!”

“You may want to do as I said. Show me your clit. Let me see how swollen it is, how needy it is. And did I say you could stop playing with it?”

Elissa hiccupped a tiny cry. There was no artifice here, just pure feminine response to his dominance. Her abdominal muscles quivered as she parted her legs, then pulled back her pussy lips.

“Move your right hand to your tummy and keep that pretty cunt on display.”

Her clit was as swollen as he’d hoped. That she’d held off her orgasm as long as she had was probably nothing short of a miracle.

Like a wolf, though, he was hungry for more. “It doesn’t look at all like you need to climax.”

“What?”

“You may continue.”

She tore her gaze away from the mirror to look up at him.

“Question, sub?”

Color fled from her face, as if she realized what she’d done. “No! I mean, no, Sir.”

Because she didn’t immediately correct her mistake, he slowly walked around to the far end of the bench. “Perhaps you need a little assistance.”

“I’m sorry, Jacob.” Misery dripped from her words.

“Nothing to apologize for.”

“Does this mean… Are you going to let me come?”

“If you were the Dominant, what would you do?”

“That’s not a fair question.”

“Is it not?” He slipped his forefinger inside her, then brushed her clit with the moisture. “Nevertheless, it’s one I’d like an answer to.”

She curled her right hand into a tight fist.

“Waiting.” Enjoying her ever-more frantic movements, he flattened the pad of his finger on her clit.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Elissa? If you were me, what would you do to a submissive who can’t control herself?”

“I guess…” She jerked her pelvis toward him, silently begging him to get her off. “I’d make her come multiple times.”

“Forced orgasms until she couldn’t stand up or think?” Wily. He fought to suppress his grin. “You wouldn’t deny her entirely and keep her on the edge?”

“No.” She panted. “Absolutely not.”

“So you’d do this…” He inserted two fingers inside her.

“Yes. Yes. That’s it.”

“And this?” He eased out, then slid forward again with three digits, stretching her. “Are you watching in the mirror?”

At his prompting, she turned her head to do as he said.

“I want you to see my fingers in your pussy.”

Her muscles began to clamp down on him. Helplessly she struggled to press herself against his hand as she sought relief. “Please, Sir. Please?”

“You beg so pretty.” He moved, then teased the entrance to her tightest hole with one of his pussy-slickened fingers. “You’re getting so close to being rewarded.”

“Oh God. I can’t, Jacob.” She jerked her hips in desperation. “I mean it. This is too much. Too, too much.”

“You can. You can do this for me.”

Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her chest. Had he ever pushed a submissive this far? And how much more could she—would she—take? Fuck, she was hot. Beyond amazing.

“I’m going to come.”

“Of course.” In the mirror, he captured her gaze. “In about a minute. Maybe two.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. This time, he let her get lost in her head. “Count, breathe, anything to distract yourself from what I’m going to do next.” Her body convulsed as he slowly finished inserting his finger into her ass.

Elissa cried his name over and over. The sound echoed around the room, bringing him pure Dominant satisfaction. “Keep your labia spread, Elissa.”

Her mouth parted, the only acknowledgment of his demand.

Still finger-fucking both of her holes, he bent to eat her pussy.

He filled her, consumed her.

Then she screamed as her entire body went rigid and her juices drenched his hand.

Before opening her eyes, she drank in long gulps of air. He eased his fingers out of her and helped her to move back a little on the bench so she could prop her feet on the siderail for support.

“You’re even more beautiful when you come, Elissa.”

She struggled to sit up, and he offered his forearm for leverage.

“That was…” With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her. “I’m actually no longer sure what day it is.”

“Then my job here is done.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

He laughed. “Fear not. We haven’t gotten started yet.” A fact his cock was insistently reminding him of.

“That’s a little frightening.”

“Then, fair Elissa, you should be terrified.” He left her long enough to wash his hands and grab her a bottle of water.

Since she was still a little shaky, he uncapped it for her before asking, “How much of a break do you need?”

After taking a sip, she offered the water back to him. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”

Pride in her surged through him. A sub who could keep up with his pace was priceless. “There’s the small detail of your failure to keep your gaze on us while I was being generous enough to give you an orgasm.”

Her breaths were shallow. “But wait.” She glanced up at him, with hunger in her expression. “I can explain.”

“Unnecessary.”

“I’m throwing myself on your mercy, and your understanding nature.”

He scoffed.

She blinked several times in quick succession.

“Did you just bat your eyelashes at me, submissive? Trying to manipulate me into going easier on you?”

“Me?” She pressed a hand to her heart in mock surprise. “I’d never do such a thing. Perhaps Sir is mistaken.”

“Mmm. Not convinced, Elissa.”

She shivered, more from anticipation than fear, he surmised. “Let’s attach you to the bench in a more conventional way, shall we?”

He relished the sight of her as she straddled the top, then settled in. After she was in place, he grabbed some ties to hold her securely. “What’s the appropriate punishment?”

“Forced orgasms, Sir.”

Jacob laughed. Her response had been too quick, as if she’d prepared in advance. “Try again.”

“Uhm…” She moved around until she could see him. “A spanking?”

“And you’ll watch from beginning to end?”

“I’ll keep my eyes open this time, Sir.”

If she became as lost in pleasure as he intended, there would be no way for her to do as she promised. He strode across the room to select a small leather flogger.

When he returned to the bench, her body was supple with relaxation, despite her bonds. In fact, they seemed to free her. “Gorgeous.”

“Touch me?”

As if he could refuse her anything. Gently he rubbed her back and shoulders.

Her breaths became deeper, and she sighed. “Could we do this all night?”

“We could. Maybe a little oil and candlelight?”

“Sounds nice. But I’d prefer something a little different.”

Their gazes met in the mirror, and she gave him a soft, serene smile he would never forget.

“I can get a massage at any spa. But I’ve never had another experience like this. I’d rather scene with you.”

With long, slow motions, Jacob moved lower until he reached her buttocks. Then he increased the pressure to warm her up.

He continued, until even the backs of her thighs were light pink color.

Only when he was sure she was ready did he pick up the flogger.

For the first few minutes, she was able to keep her vow. Then as he heightened the intensity, she rested her cheek on the vinyl pad and seemed to fall into a light sleep. “Are you with me, Elissa?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He was flogging her in earnest now, leaving small welts on her skin. The more intense his strokes, the more approving her feminine little sounds.

Slowly he eased off, bringing her back to reality.

“Elissa?” He brushed strands of hair back so he could read her expression.

“Will you fuck me, Sir?”

Consumed by desire, he released her from bondage. “Please situate yourself at the end of the bench.”

“Yes, Sir.”

While she got into position, he undressed and rolled a condom down his cock. One day, in the not-too distant future, they’d be making babies instead of worrying about contraception.

Her buttocks were still hot from his spanking, making him groan. This woman would be his undoing.

“I need you in me.”

Instead of taking her as he wanted, he fingered her clit, just to be sure she was ready. The little bundle of nerves hardened, and she moaned, arching her back as she offered herself to him.

The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac, and his need could no longer be contained.

Jacob eased his cock into her and began to stroke.

“This…” She tightened her buttocks as she rocked back and forth. “Yes…”

“Elissa…” He dug his fingertips into her hipbones and dragged her back, allowing him even deeper inside her.

“Oh Jacob! Sir!”

“Press your breasts against the bench, then come for me.”

He forced himself to hold back while she ground out a screaming climax. Over and over, she called his name. Her sounds and their friction were potent and primal, and he went rigid, gritting his teeth as he orgasmed in a long, hot stream.

She was breathing heavy, and she didn’t move even as he withdrew.

“Stay where you are.”

“Don’t worry, Sir. I don’t think I can stand up on my own.”

He grinned, her comment making him stupidly happy.

After throwing away the condom, he crossed back to her, picking up the blanket on the way.

He wrapped it around her before helping her down.

When her feet were on the floor, her knees wobbled, so he scooped her up and carried her toward the chair in front of the fireplace.

“You sweeping me off my feet seems to be a bit of a habit.”

“Objections?”

She pressed a hand to his chest. “Not even one.”

“I kind of like it myself.” He managed to sit while still holding her.

“So strong.”

“Flattery, Elissa?”

“An observation, Sir.”

Maybe.Regardless, her approval mattered, feeding the hungry wolf inside him. His woman was proud of him.

She snuggled against him, and he inhaled the subtle scent of her shampoo.

“When I have fantasies about BDSM, they’re like this.”

“In what way?”

“The aftercare. Well, and during care, too. I felt safe, which allowed me to completely let go. You don’t seem impatient to get rid of me and get back to your real life.”

Maybe he’d be able to make her understand that she was his real life.

“Honestly I’ve never had a scene like this before. Like you’re genuinely concerned about me enjoying it, and you’re not just going through the motions.”

He’d likely been guilty of that when he was younger, and he cursed the insensitive bastard he’d been. Now his focus was Elissa, and her enjoyment was paramount.

“There’s something different about being in a relationship with—” She broke off before sitting up and attempting to escape. “Not that we do. I mean, we’re not, and you’re not—”

“Stop.” He tightened his arms around her waist, keeping her close, determined to nurture her emotions with the same ferocity that he’d protect her physical body. “We do have a relationship. When this is over, we’ll figure it out. But I’m not prepared for you to walk out of my life without a backward glance.” If necessary, he’d follow her to the ends of the earth.

“Jacob…” She placed a hand on her throat.

“How does your ass feel?”

As he’d hoped, her eyes darkened.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“No more so than you were with me earlier.” He grinned. “Answer my question, subbie.”

“Fine. I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “What do you have in mind?”

His cock stirred.

“Oh.” She bounced a little, making him even harder.

With her in his arms, he stood and carried her to his bedroom. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, Elissa.”

“Let’s get started, Sir.”