Midnight Renegade by Anya Summers

5

Brody didn’t bother shutting the door between the bathroom and dungeon as he marched inside the room with his mind set on the piece of equipment he wanted to use. He wondered what Reegan would say if she knew that she was the first submissive who had been in his private dungeon. When he had first built the house and engineered the room, he’d expected to use it often. But then his mom had been diagnosed with stage four breast cancer, and he had moved her into the house. Once she was living here, he had refused to bring a woman home.

Shaking off the maudlin direction of his thoughts, Brody parked Reegan and her cute ass on the medical table. “Remove the blouse, and lie back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

At her swift compliance, her need to submit clear as day on her porcelain face, lust stirred in his belly. His cock jolted back to life.

Unbelievable.

Especially given he had just experienced the finest blow job of his life. He’d come so hard, it had taken every ounce of strength he possessed to keep his knees from buckling at the sheer force.

And watching Reegan masturbate?

Jesus fucking Christ!

It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. The memory of it would fuel his fantasies for years to come. Reegan wasn’t just pretty, that was too calm a word for her. She was strikingly gorgeous. With her high cheekbones and heart-shaped face, she should have graced magazine covers. And that was only her face. She was tall for a woman, with endless legs. Those legs drove him mad with lust. Always had.

While she disrobed from her spot on the table, he padded over to the armoire, and drew out a condom and some lube. As he’d spanked her, the tiny, puckered rosette of her ass had called his name. He ached to bury his dick in that hot little channel.

Before they finished tonight, he would have taken every single hole, laying claim to her body. Even with his plans for her, the strength of his desire and the possessiveness he felt for her rattled him. The need to own her, and drive out the memory of every man who had come before him, eclipsed all logic and reason.

Having gathered everything he needed for their scene tonight, he swiveled around with his hands full, and was brought up short.

Holy fuck!

Reegan naked was absolute perfection. Tall and willowy, with slim curves and a body to make a man weep, she was stunningly gorgeous—lithe, with generous, rouge-tipped tits that fit his hands perfectly, and an ass that just wouldn’t quit.

She had porcelain, delicate features with high cheekbones, and eyes so bright a blue that looking into them, he felt he was swimming in the waters of Tahiti, framed by inky lashes and delicate, midnight-black arched brows. Her thick, pitch-black hair fell about her shoulders in stunning disarray. He admired her smooth, unblemished pale skin that he now knew flushed rosy when she was near climax, and her slim nose, upturned slightly at the tip. Her full, pouty, pale pink lips had taken his fantasy of envisioning them wrapped around his dick and put it to shame.

Brody prowled her way, needing to taste every part of her and watch her come undone at his hands. He had never met a woman so responsive. She gave him a saucy smirk, like she knew the effect she had on him.

He set all his supplies on a small table next to the medical table, and held out a hand. “Give me your wrists.”

One slim wrist was laid in his palm without question. He had to give her credit. They might snarl at each other in social situations or whenever their paths crossed, but she was a damn fine submissive. After he manacled the first in a leather cuff above her head, he held out his hand for the other, and she didn’t even blink as she put her wrist in his hand.

The trust she displayed given their history fueled something inside him. Something he wasn’t willing to examine more closely in this moment.

Reegan never dropped her gaze as he positioned her legs and fastened straps around them. The move spread her thighs wide, giving him full access to her gorgeous bounty.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

Brody narrowed his gaze. “What have I told you about topping from the bottom? Is your ass not red enough already?”

She sighed heartily, like she was bored and just playing along.

He gripped her jaw tight and tilted her head up until their gazes clashed. “I will fuck you when I want to, and not a moment before. You haven’t earned my cock in your pussy yet tonight.”

At his words, her eyes glazed with lust and her pupils dilated. Hmmm. She liked challenging him in order to get the most dominant response possible. So that was one of the keys to her make-up. Brody had no problem giving her exactly what she needed, especially not when it meant he didn’t need to hold back himself.

With that, he lowered his mouth and took hers in a punishing kiss. In it, he infused his will, his need to command her body and soul, until she offered her submission up as the gift it was.

Her small moan had his dick filling and lengthening until he was fully erect. He pressed his pelvis between her spread thighs and bit back the groan at the feel of her slick heat. She undulated against him, and he almost smiled. By the time he was done, she would be howling with pleasure and begging him for surcease.

He wrenched his mouth away, panting as he worked to bring himself back under control. As much as he wanted to fall on her like a ravenous beast and fuck her sweet cunt until his knees buckled, he needed to exert his dominance more.

He stepped back, giving their bodies some space.

“Sir,” she whispered pleadingly from kiss-swollen lips.

“Hush. You will come when I decide you may, and not a moment before.” He bent down and sucked one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth.

She had perfectly round, full breasts, with rose-tipped nipples he had been starving to sample. Brody took his time with the mounds, kneading the flesh, learning which caresses made her sigh, which made her squirm, and which ones made her cry out in sharp pleasure.

He could have spent all night on her tits. One of these days, he would.

But ever since he had tasted her cream Saturday night, he’d ached for another taste. He released her nipple with a slight pop, enjoying the sight of the swollen red buds. Drawing a finger through her soaked slit, he groaned.

Positioning his face over her cunt, he shot her a dark glare. “No coming until I permit it.”

She sputtered and fought her restraints. “But Sir.”

“Relax. I will make all the pain worth it. Surrender.”

She inhaled a shaky breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Brody swiped a tongue through her crease. Her salty sweet musk hit his tastebuds, and he growled. Keeping an eye on her face, he took his time exploring her cunt, dipping his tongue inside her hole for a quick thrusting penetration. He was rewarded when her eyes closed, and her head dropped back on a throaty moan.

Never letting up, he lashed and circled her clit. He moaned his approval as the nub swelled and poked out from beneath her hood. Brody’s ardor rose in response to the sobs spilling from her lips. He loved how vocal she was in her passion.

“Sir,” Reegan whined, rocking her hips in a pleading fashion, straining against the bonds holding her open and at his mercy.

“Patience,” he murmured, and nipped her clit for trying to rush him.

Her garbled gasping mewls speared him with pleasure, and his cock jolted.

While his mouth was busy lapping at her sweet cunt, he reached over to the table beside him, grabbed the lube bottle, and slathered a hefty dollop on his index finger. He rubbed her anus, coating the puckered hole with lubricant. Reegan whimpered and writhed at his forbidden touch. Would she like it rough in her back channel? He redoubled his efforts as he sucked her clit as if it was the sweetest treat. Then he pressed his lubed finger against the tight ring of muscle of her ass, penetrating her bottom with only the tip.

Brody groaned low.

Holy fuck!

The way her anal muscles gripped his finger, he couldn’t wait to feel her constrict around his cock. He proceeded slowly, giving her body time to relax and accept the intrusion. Inch by inch, he delved deeper, thrusting and retreating, penetrating deeper with every thrust.

Reegan whimpered, her moans increasing in tenor and pitch as he drove her body toward heights of pure bliss. Once his single digit glided in unobstructed, he added a second finger, repeating the entire process, and then a third, stretching her back hole to prepare her. He was well endowed, and thick enough he didn’t want to hurt her. Brody had learned early on to fully prepare a submissive’s ass for his dick. When his fingers glided unimpeded, he lifted his mouth from her cunt, his chin heavily coated with her cream.

Her heavy-lidded gaze pleaded with him. She begged, “Sir.”

Brody grabbed the butt plug and slathered more lube on it. Pressing the tip against her anus, he worked the bulb into her bottom, thrusting and retreating until it slid all the way in. Once it was firmly seated, he switched the vibrating mechanism on and chose a high setting.

“Oh god!” Her head fell back against the padded leather of the upright table.

He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Brody grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open. He smoothed the condom over his length, double checking with a few pumps in his hand that it was securely in place. Holding his staff, he rubbed his cock through her swollen slit, positioning the head at her entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded with a low growl. He held still, on the edge of penetration as he waited for her compliance. She lifted her lids, eyes glassy with need. The moment their gazes linked, he thrust. Stroking deep, he embedded his dick in her taut, gripping heat. Now it was his turn to moan. Her pussy was like plugging his dick into compressed, electrified silk. He couldn’t wait to feel her bareback.

Her eyes started to close.

“No. Keep them open. If you disobey me, I will jack off and come all over your tits. Then I’ll let you die a little on the inside, without any climax.”

She whimpered and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Come as often as you need to, babe.” Grabbing her hips tight, he withdrew until only the head remained inside, and slammed home.

Brody rode her body hard, unleashing a primal need to make her writhe and scream as he fucked her blind. Reegan did not disappoint. She never had, in all the years he had known her. Even when they were snarling at each other, the woman made him feel alive.

He pumped and canted his hips. The slap of flesh competed with the sounds of her mewls. He fucking loved the sounds she made as she came. He felt her squeezing and fluttering around his staff as she climaxed.

Brody withdrew from her pretty cunt, turned the butt plug off and removed it from her rear. He coated his cock with lube, and aligned the head with her back entrance.

He pressed forward, slowly, hissing at the taut constriction of her ass around his dick.

“Brody,” Reegan moaned with a sob.

That, right there, was what he wanted: Reegan using his name as he fucked her into oblivion. It wouldn’t fix everything between them. But it was a way to start battering down the walls she had in place.

He took his time, gliding inside an inch at a time and then retreating. Stretching her ass to take his cock took all his focus and concentration. Sweat rolled down his back. When he slid all the way home, he groaned and held still at the bursts of ecstasy flooding him. Her ass clenched and rippled around his dick.

“Sir, please,” Reegan whimpered, and tried to undulate but he was having none of it.

“What’s my name?” he urged with a snarl, digging his fingers into her hips as he rode her hard.

“Brody,” she wailed.

“And what do you want me to do to this ass?”

“Fuck me. Make it hurt. I need it to hurt a little.”

Baby.

Her pleas unleashed his primitive side. He became downright feral as he screwed her ass. Reegan sobbed, tilting her hips, reveling in their savage mating.

Christ, he had wanted her for thirteen damn years. And fuck it all but she had been well worth the wait. Brody hammered his dick inside her tight hole.

“Brody,” she cried, straining against her restraints. He had never seen a lovelier sight. And with it, his control snapped.

He thrust as if his life depended on it, growling and grunting as he fucked her. It had been years since he had screwed a woman with such inelegance. His only thought was imprinting himself on her body, making her come on his cock, and losing himself inside her. It was a prime directive in his cellular makeup.

She brought forth the chained beast he rarely let out for fear that it would crush his partner. How could he give free rein to it with the fairer sex? They were delicate, and deserved to be revered and taken care of, not brutally fucked.

But the response was exactly what Reegan beckoned forth. Oh, the desire to protect her, to possess her, was present, but it was all about protecting her from other men. Never him. Then again, he would never truly hurt her in the physical sense.

But as he lost control, his strokes grew hurried and rough. Deep down, he knew she was the one to meet his base desires head on and not run screaming into the night. That the reason he had bungled things between them all those years ago was because he had instinctively known that the moment he touched her, she would be it for him. And at twenty-two, he hadn’t been ready for a commitment of that magnitude.

He believed that like recognized like. That it was why they constantly rubbed each other the wrong way—because they were cut from the same cloth.

Lightning arced along his side as he pounded her flesh. Reaching a hand down to her drenched pussy, he rubbed and stroked her clit. Mewls spilled from her open mouth.

He drew his hand back, and smacked her cunt.

Reegan’s entire body froze for a split second. Her mouth dropped open and she howled, “Brody!”

Her ass clamped down on his dick as she came apart. That was all it took to send him hurtling over the ledge into exquisite ecstasy.

“Oh fuuuuck!” he roared as he climaxed. An avalanche of pleasure bombarded him. He could swear even the ground beneath his feet rumbled from the quaking force. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust wildly as he came.

Brody thrust until even the aftershocks subsided.

Replete and limp, he leaned forward, surrounding her slim form on the upright table. With a hearty groan, he laid his head in the crook of her neck. He needed a minute for his heartrate to return to normal and to regain the feeling back in his limbs, or he would make a fool of himself.

He held her that way for a few minutes. Her lips were pressed sweetly against his neck. Still embedded in her rear, he finally lifted his face. Cupping her chin, he waited until she opened her eyes.

Yes, they were enemies, but underneath it all, there had always been the possibility that they could be so much more.

And now that Brody had tasted her, he craved nothing less than everything from her. He wanted that more. Now, he simply must convince her that he was the right man for her to commit herself to, body and soul. With her delicate face in his hands, he kissed her deeply until he no longer needed to breathe unless it came from her.

When he lifted his mouth, he raised a brow and arrogantly said, “See. I told you I would make it worth your while.”

She tossed her head back and laughed. Joy transformed her features. She was a goddamn goddess among mere mortals. He had half a mind to keep her locked up in his dungeon.

“That you did. By the way, I should have my test results by Friday.” She wiggled her dark brows.

“That was fast.” Thank Christ! In days, he would feel her slick heat around him without the thin barrier in place. He withdrew his softening member regretfully, and undid her restraints.

“I figure it’s better than wasting time. You want to be bareback. I’m cool with it, and agree we should both get tested beforehand because it’s the smart thing to do.”

He massaged her arms and wrists once she was free. “I have my appointment Thursday.”

“So, we might both have our results by the end of this week?” she asked breathlessly, as if she couldn’t wait to remove that barrier between them.

Brody would make it happen by then, even if he had to bribe Levi. “I’m sure I could ask Levi to rush my test through.”

“Then I’m guessing you want to reconvene Friday night,” she stated, nibbling on her lush bottom lip and giving him naughty ideas.

“You would be right about that. Bring an overnight bag.”

“Why?”

Before she hopped down from the table, he crowded her on it to drive his point home. “Because I said so, because once there is nothing but skin between us, I have every intention of fucking you until neither of us can walk.”

“Oh,” she said with a quiver in her voice. “As long as we maintain that this isn’t dating and no emotions are getting involved, I will agree to it.”

“Absolutely, because that’s how we both want our arrangement,” he lied.

Because he did want more with Reegan. There were so many things he wanted with her that they would terrify her if he mentioned them. It seemed he had always wanted her. She would bolt if he made his true intentions known.

And he wouldn’t risk that, not when he finally had her. It would take convincing on his part. He would need the patience of a saint to whittle her down and modify the terms of their deal as they went along. He would make it so that she craved him like no other, until he was all she wanted.

Because he planned on keeping her.