The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(41)
His cock pushed harder against her butt hole, and she knew he was going to claim her ass for the first time. “For twenty-one days, I thought of nothing except how I was going to discipline you when I finally tracked you down.” He swirled his tongue deep inside her ear before whispering, “Fantasy is about to become reality, sub.”
“Oh, yes.” And she was more than willing for that to happen. Tyler wanted her back, he still wanted to marry her. This really was her perfect day.
“I’m gonna take your ass, lady. It belongs to me. You won’t step out of line again once I’ve finished with you.”
She loved Tyler even more when he acted like this, and she willingly played to his ego. “No, Sir, I’ve done wrong, but I promise I’ll never do it again. Please take mercy on your wretched submissive.”
She felt his hot breath as he smoothed the hair from her neck and then nuzzled the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. She wanted him. She wanted her man’s cock deep inside her ass.
Her legs physically shook as he reached around and started to tease her clit with slow, circular movements. The feeling was awesome and so intense, she instinctively edged away from the exquisite sensation, only to back herself up against his huge cock, which nestled aggressively between her butt cheeks.
“Lovely and smooth. I insist you keep it this way.” His cock twitched impatiently as he spoke.
“Yes. Always.”
“Otherwise there will be consequences.”
“Yes, Master.”
“The time is now.”
Wrapping his other arm around her waist, he roughly pulled her onto his cock. The mixture of water and shower gel made the perfect lubricant, and for her first time, his huge dick slipped in far less painfully than she’d imagined.
Buried deep within her, he hissed. “Fuck, you feel good, woman.” His sexy baritone voice vibrated against her ear. “You will never, ever leave me again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly as he drew her closer still, thrusting deep inside her with barely believable energy and enthusiasm. All the time his fingers teased her clitoris with bold, circular movements. Each thrust of his powerful thighs impacted against her still-sore ass, causing it to smart all over again. This intoxicating pleasure-pain mix only added to her arousal.
Still following his earlier instruction, Rebecca braced her palms against the cool tiles, as the water continued to cascade over their naked bodies. Her clit throbbed exquisitely, and her butt burned with an indescribable pleasure, both inside and out. She’d never experienced anal sex before, and it certainly felt different from the usual, but she loved Tyler with a passion, a passion that meant however he f*cked his sub was just fine with her. He’d sought her out, which proved he loved her. That was the truth, and she’d never forget it. If he hadn’t cared about her, he would have simply carried on with his life as though she’d never existed. That wasn’t Tyler Stone’s way. He’d come to claim his woman.
Tyler was a well-endowed man, and his huge prick stretched her virgin ass wide. Dear God, it felt good though. The more he finger-f*cked her clit, the wetter it got and the closer she came to falling apart at the seams. “Ty, God, Ty…that’s…” He laid his weight across her back as he continued pumping inside her ass. Their heavy breathing and soaking-wet bodies merged to become as one. “Oh…oh…oh…” Almost delirious with pleasure, her head shook violently from side to side.
He growled in her ear. “You’re mine, Becca, all mine.” He thrust inside her harder still. “Say it.”
“Dear God, oh, yes. I’m yours. I’m always yours. I’ll always be yours.” And she meant every word of it.
“Again.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.” Her orgasm crashed through, making her shout louder each time a wave of pure sexual pleasure overwhelmed her. “I’m yours, I’m yours.”
She knew her pleasure gave him pleasure, too, and she felt him thrust inside her again, even deeper and faster this time, as three weeks of sheer frustration finally exploded from his body, shuddering against her, letting her know just how much he loved her.
Epilogue
Four years later
Almost in a trance, Rebecca checked it again. The result was exactly the same as the other four. Jesus, was this really happening, or would she wake up at any moment only to find Tyler breathing easily next to her? No, no, she was awake all right, but she pinched the back of her hand, hard, just to make sure. Still reeling with disbelief, she shook her head and looked through the window, taking in the garden outside. It was July and the flowers were in full bloom. Their vibrant colors never failed to make her smile every time she looked at them.
Such a perfect day.
She laughed out loud when she saw the boys wrestling on the lawn, and her heart simply ached with love for them. She would willingly die before she would let anything bad happen to either of her children. Joshua and Ryan had thrived since they’d become much-loved members of the Stone family some three years ago. They were happy, healthy five-year-old identical twins who had a great future ahead of them, just waiting to be explored. Tyler and herself hadn’t realized that adopting a child was such a long, drawn-out process. First, they had to prove to the adoption agency that they would make worthy parents. Then they had to show they had the financial means to give that child a nurturing, loving upbringing, and then they’d had to wait. And wait. And wait…for the telephone to ring.