Sasha
“You’re so disobedient,” he breathed as he peppered his hand from one side to the other, the hard slaps pushing me hard against the thick railing.
The stinging sensations were intensified from my earlier spanking, the pain rushing down the backs of my legs. I’d accepted my role, my place by his side. He would always be in charge, the head of household, and in truth, the arrangement was perfect.
As the spanking continued, my heart racing, I wiggled and moaned, my nipples hardening to the point they ached. I wanted him to twist and pinch, lick and suck.
“Are you wet for me, my sweet Sasha?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I can see how swollen those pretty pink pussy lips are for me.”
He smacked harder and faster, keeping a perfect rhythm.
“Yes. Sir.” The scent of my cream wafted all around me, my hunger building.
A slight chuckle slipped from his lips as his hand came down hard and fast. I imagined the warm blush, turning quickly into a deep scarlet as the spanking proceeded.
I closed my eyes as he smacked three fingers against my pussy lips. The moan coming from deep within matched his husky growls. The man was ravenous. I was thrown into a moment of raw ecstasy, my body swaying and my mind moving into paradise.
When he pulled away, I whimpered, shooting a look over my shoulder. He stood off to the side, his eyes never leaving mine as he undressed, tossing his things as if they no longer mattered. His expression was one of a carnivore ready to devour his prey.
Primal.
I’d awakened the true beast inside the man, but his darkness no longer bothered me.
As he advanced, very much the predator, I turned my gaze back toward the water. The feel of his thick cock thrusting all the way inside, driving me to the very tips of my toes forced a strangled moan. He spread me wide open, my muscles clamping around the thick invasion. God, I was so wet, so hot from his touch and as he pulled out until just the tip was inside, I jutted my hips.
“You want more?” His voice was rich and deep, covering me like a warm blanket.
“Yes, sir. I want everything.”
He threw his head back and roared as he plunged into me over and over again.
I was so close to coming, every nerve ending on fire, ignited by the power of this man. Panting, as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, I lost it, the climax racing from my toes. There was no holding back, no sense of time or anything else. There was only this moment that we were sharing together. “Oh. Oh!”
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” His ragged words whispered, he pinched my nipples, the anguish sublime.
“Yes. Yes… Yes!” I couldn’t hold back a cry, the sound filtering into the wind. I trembled all over as he drove into me, the orgasm more powerful than any I’d experienced. I folded my arms over his as he nuzzled into my neck and I could tell he was close to coming. Squeezing my muscles, I couldn’t help but smile when he erupted, filling me with his seed.
* * *
The sun was setting, the strings of color mesmerizing. We sat mere inches from the water, glasses of wine in our hands. He’d been so quiet the last few hours, studying me as if I was going to run away from him. I knew he had so many things on his mind, including his promise to walk away from the family, living the picturesque life I’d painted. The house was only the beginning of his fulfillment.
His legs were folded around me, one hand on my knee.
“You have to go back,” I finally said.
“You don’t like the house?”
“I love the house, the beach. Everything. But this is only a fantasy. Even if your father continues to improve, you know he’s not strong enough to run the organization. You must take over the family. You have a duty, an honor.” I’d heard his phone ringing earlier and knew that there was additional trouble brewing. There was no other choice for him to make.
“I made a promise. I am many things, but I will never lie to you.”
“And you’ve fulfilled that promise.” I was well aware of the guns in the beach house. He would never be far away from them. They would be a portion of my life.
“There will always be dangerous situations, assassination attempts, Sasha. I might not always be around to protect you.” He pulled me tight against his body, enough so I could feel his beating heart.
“I knew that from the minute the deal was made.”
“A deal with the devil.”
I rubbed his arm, thinking about how we’d started, the lies and deceit that had nearly torn us apart. “You’re my life, August.”
As if something clicked within him, he relaxed, the tension easing from his body. He’d taken a gamble, making a deal that no one could refuse, and he’d won.
My heart.
My body.
My love.
Would there always be danger? Without a doubt, but in the end, I knew our love would prevail.
If only the monsters would listen…