Priceless (Ruthless Doms 1)
I need this. I fucking need this, all of it, this outlet, her submission, our connection.
She stills. I whip her again with the folded leather, but this time she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t cry out. She’s getting dragged under the waters of submission, where pain and pleasure meld.
“Will you behave?”
“Mmmm.” It seems she can’t speak, her words jumbled, eyes closed.
“Good girl,” I approve, dropping the belt. She doesn’t flinch. I lean in close to her, the heat of her punished skin pressed up to me when I hear her moan. I embrace her from behind, my hands finding her bare breasts and cupping them, before I run my thumbs along her hardened nipples.
“Will you be a good girl?” I whisper in her ear as I tweak her nipples.
“A perfect angel,” she responds. Her eyes are closed and she’s grinning. God, I love this woman so much. We’ve been through hell and back, and I’ll fight through every layer of torment to earn our freedom if it kills me. I brush her hair off her forehead and kiss her cheek.
“Good girl.”
My cock throbs, aching to be in her. I free myself and drag the head of my cock to her slick entrance. She’s never been so wet, so ready. I cup her heated backside in my hand and squeeze, then drag my thumb to her asshole and press. She tenses. “I will own this ass.”
“My God,” she breathes, her cheeks flushing again. I stifle a chuckle. She still holds an innocence I find intoxicating. I slide my cock into her pussy. She’s so much wetter than the last time we made love, I easily glide in and out, my need to fuck her immediate and intense.
“Fucking perfect,” I groan, thrusting. Her pussy grips my cock, her channel clenching around me, so tight and slick.
“Tell me when you’re ready to come.”
Her climax builds from a soft moan, but she’s growing louder, her pleasure more intense until she arches her back and begins to climax.
“Now, sir,” she says on a choked whisper. I’m right on the cusp of my own release, and her clenching pussy and gorgeous moans make me lose my mind. I pump into her, hard and fast, and even though it feels so good, it feels so right, this time is different. There’s a qualitative difference this time.
Did I put a baby in her this time?
I’m so overcome with the thought, I lean down and hold her back to my chest, my cock still in her.
“Fuck, I love you,” I tell her.
“Fuck, I love you, too,” she says with a smile. “And I love to fuck.”
I teasingly slap her ass before I pull out and clean us up. I lead her to the bathroom and we shower together. We don’t speak. Neither of us knows if this will be the last time we’re together or if something today will happen to threaten us again. Finally, when we’re showered and cleaned I put my forehead to hers.
“I don’t know what will happen tonight, but I will get you to myself, Marissa. No matter what.”
She laces her fingers through mine and closes her eyes. “No matter what.”
We dress in silence, and I find some things to occupy her while I meet my brothers. I hate leaving her, but have to at least for now.
I’ve been looking for the man I saw last night, but don’t see him. I wonder if it was my imagination that told me I saw something in his eyes that concerned me, or did he really recognize me?
I’ve changed my identity and don’t look exactly the way I did before, but if anyone here suspects me, he will for sure know me when I show up with Marissa. I consider pretending she’s sick or some such thing, but right before I’m supposed to meet the rest for dinner, Tomas comes to my room.
“I’d like a word with her before we go,” he says. Shit.
“Certainly.” I hope he doesn’t note how tight my voice is, or the way my hands are clenched into fists.
I open the door. Marissa is standing just outside the bathroom, fixing her hair. She’s dressed in a modest blue dress that hugs her curves but covers her. I picked it out myself. I’ve had someone come in to do her makeup, and though she still wears a bandage from the accident, she looks gorgeous.
“Isn’t she a pretty little thing,” Tomas says appreciatively.
“The most beautiful,” I agree tightly.
He walks into the room. I wonder why he’s here. Her eyes come to mine and I point to the floor.
“Kneel,” I instruct.
She falls to her knees and bows her head the way I’ve taught her. Even though I’m on edge, something in me warms at that. She’s a very good girl.
“Well done,” Tomas says approvingly before he addresses Marissa. “I came to remind you what will happen tonight. We have men from other brotherhoods coming to visit, and we’ll expect the few women present to be on their best behavior. We haven’t had time for Aleks to show me how well he’s trained you.”