Her Dom (Beauty and the Captor 3)

“Yes, Master. God yes, please harder.”

I was happy to oblige, ramming in deep while I sank my teeth into her flesh, not enough to draw blood, but enough that her body jerked and a long, low moan escaped her lips. Fuck, she was incredible.

She sat down hard as she threw her head back and screamed. Her pussy spasmed around me but I held on just long enough to watch the intense waves of her orgasm rock her body.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” My balls drew up tight with one last thrust, and white-hot pleasure jolted through every part of me.

She collapsed against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, thinking this was how I wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of my life…all four days of it.

I was just about to roll her beside me when she darted right off the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Apparently, it would be a good idea to let her pee before morning sex from now on.

I stood, intending to get dressed and see to breakfast when the sounds coming from the bathroom had me darting in after her.

What I saw made me freeze on the spot.

8

Derek

My fucking pathetic paralysis only lasted a second. It was a shitty thing to do, but horror and anguish had stayed my feet.

Now though, I was kneeling behind her, pulling her hair back and stroking her healing back.

Crouched over the toilet, violent spasms rocked her naked body as she vomited everything she’d eaten yesterday…and maybe the whole week prior.

I’d fucked up big time. Huge. Bigger than any fuck up before.

When she’d been brought to me by Alejandro and Vito, I’d given her a combined contraceptive injection to make sure she didn’t end up pregnant. One month. The shot was good for one month. It had been more than a month before I’d fucked her that first time in the motel room, which meant the injection had long since worn off by then.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Not by far. It would have been bad enough to send her away while I went to die, knowing she was carrying my child. That would have been heart-wrenching. But it was much, much worse than that because if the injection had worn off when we’d had sex, it most certainly hadn’t been doing a god damned thing to protect her from the fuckers who’d raped her.

She wasn’t sick. It wasn’t the flu, and she hadn’t eaten anything that had done this to her.

Scar was pregnant.

Who had fathered the child, I had no idea, and there was a decent chance I wasn’t going to be alive long enough to find out. And she’d have to deal with it on her own. Fuck. Yet again she was going to suffer because of me. If I’d never had her abducted…if I’d even just used my fucking brain and been smart enough to keep up with her birth control injections, she wouldn’t be dry heaving into the toilet now.

Eventually, she leaned back against me, exhausted. I sat back on the cold floor and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Master. I must have eaten something…”

Oh hell, she didn’t know why she was sick. She didn’t know, and she was fucking apologizing to me. I debated telling her—of course, she had a right to know—but I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to get ready to leave, and I wasn’t going to dump this on her and drive away. So, I’d tuck the information away for now. Just until I returned.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize, Pet.” Understatement of the century. “I’ll help you back to bed.”

I carried her there, but by the time I laid her down, color was already returning to her cheeks. She looked ninety percent better by the time I’d dressed, and it seemed almost foolish to insist she lay there and rest when I leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“I’m feeling much better, Master. I could help with breakfast…if you’d like.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll have you cook breakfast for a change then if you’re feeling up to it.”

She nodded, but already she was beginning to look restless. Since I was short on time though, I strode out of the room and tried not to think about anything but the meeting with Michael today. I couldn’t let anything distract me, not when Scar’s life, and now the life of an unborn child, depended on what arrangements I could make.

Unfortunately, Scar was not aware of the day’s agenda—obvious by the sight that greeted me when I returned to the room. She’d shoved off the covers I’d draped over her. Her hair spilled like a fiery halo around her on the pillow and her arms were stretched high above her head. Her naked body was positioned at a slight angle toward me, displaying every one of her tantalizing curves. With one of her knees bent, I could just barely see her deep pink clit, and I felt the urge to spread her thighs open wide so I could see every inch of her.