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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Billionaire's Baby
- Sprache: Englisch
Harker never intended to include Alison in the kinkier side of his life, but now that she’s there he wants to show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
But when a night at La Petite Mort Club goes wrong will he be able to save their relationship or will he lose her forever?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Making the Baby
The Billionaire's Baby, Volume 2
Ellis O. Day
Published by LSODea, 2021.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
MAKING THE BABY
First edition. May 26, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 Ellis O. Day.
ISBN: 978-1942706649
Written by Ellis O. Day.
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Also by Ellis O. Day
Hot Holidays
The Mistletoe Game
A Banging New Year
Cupid's Misfire
La Petite Mort Club
Six Nights of Sin
The Voyeur Series Books 1 - 4
Six Weeks of Seduction
A Merry Masquerade For Christmas
The Dom's Submission Series (Parts 1-3)
Hot Holidays
The Billionaire's Baby
La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters
His Lesson
Playing House
His Love
His Imperfect Day
Six Nights Of Sin
Interviewing For Her Lover
Taking Control
School Fantasy
Master-Slave Fantasy
Punishment Fantasy
The Proposition
The Billionaire's Baby
The Baby Bargain
Making the Baby
The Baby Battle
Having The Baby
The Dom's Submission
His Sub
His Mission
His Submission
The Voyeur
The Voyeur
Watching the Voyeur
Touching the Voyeur
Loving the Voyeur
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 1: Alison
CHAPTER 2: Harker
CHAPTER 3: Alison
CHAPTER 4: Harker
CHAPTER 5: Alison
CHAPTER 6: Harker
CHAPTER 7: Alison
CHAPTER 8: Harker
CHAPTER 9: Alison
CHAPTER 10: Harker
CHAPTER 11: Alison
CHAPTER 12: Harker
CHAPTER 13: Alison
CHAPTER 14: Alison
CHAPTER 15: Harker
CHAPTER 16: Alison
CHAPTER.17: Harker
CHAPTER 18: Alison
CHAPTER 19: Harker
CHAPTER 20: Alison
CHAPTER 21: Harker
CHAPTER 22: Alison
CHAPTER 23: Harker
CHAPTER 24: Alison
CHAPTER 25: Alison
CHAPTER 26: Alison
CHAPTER 27: Harker
CHAPTER 28: Alison
CHAPTER 29: Harker
CHAPTER 30: Harker
CHAPTER 31: Harker
CHAPTER 32: Harker
CHAPTER 33: Alison
CHAPTER 34: Harker
CHAPTER 35: Harker
CHAPTER 36: Harker
CHAPTER 37: Alison
CHAPTER 38: Alison
CHAPTER 39: Harker
CHAPTER 40: Alison
CHAPTER 41: Harker
CHAPTER 42: Harker
CHAPTER 43: Harker
CHAPTER 44: Alison
CHAPTER 45: Harker
CHAPTER 46: Alison
CHAPTER 47: Harker
CHAPTER 48: Alison
CHAPTER 49: Harker
CHAPTER 50: Alison
CHAPTER 51: Harker
CHAPTER 52: Alison
CHAPTER 53: Harker
CHAPTER 54: Harker
CHAPTER 55: Alison
CHAPTER 56: Harker
CHAPTER 57: Alison
CHAPTER 58: Harker
CHAPTER 59: Alison
CHAPTER 60: Harker
CHAPTER 61: Alison
CHAPTER 62: Alison
CHAPTER 63: Alison
CHAPTER 64: Harker
CHAPTER 65: Alison
CHAPTER 66: Alison
CHAPTER 67: Harker
CHAPTER 68: Alison
CHAPTER 69: Harker
CHAPTER 70: Harker
The Baby Battle
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CHAPTER 1: Alison
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Anger, hurt and betrayal surged through Alison. Harker had left her on their wedding night to come to La Petite Mort Club.
“It’s not what you think,” said Harker.
She didn’t even bother to respond. She just stood and walked away. She was leaving. She was getting her stuff and going home to her mother’s house. She didn’t care about the money or Angel Face. She turned down the hallway toward their room. She refused to stay with that asshole for one more second. She stopped at the door to their suite.
“Damn it.” She didn’t have the key. Her purse, phone, everything was in that room. She looked around for a maid, but the hallway was empty. Forget it. She didn’t need her stuff. She’d get the bouncer at the door to call her a cab.
She hurried back down the hallway and into the Club. Harker stood where’d they been, arguing with Ethan. The waitress looked like she was going to cry. The two assholes were probably trying to convince Katie to join them in a threesome. She couldn’t believe she’d even considered doing that. The damn man was corrupting her at an epic speed, but the hint of soreness between her legs whispered that it was a wonderfully wicked corruption. She moved along the outskirts of the room, trying to stay out of sight, but Harker’s eyes met hers and he headed in her direction. She should stop, be dignified, act like an adult but her legs kept moving and before she could stop herself, she was running. She looked over her shoulder and almost laughed at the look of surprise on his face. He thought he knew her. He thought he knew everything, but he didn’t. He didn’t know shit about...She slammed into something big and hard.
“Hey, there.” Large hands grabbed her shoulders steadying her. “Is everything okay?”
She stared up at one of the biggest men she’d ever seen. “Uh...”
“Are you okay?” The man glanced over her head. “I work here. My name’s Damon.” He let go of her arms. “You’re safe with me. My job is to make sure everyone remembers that the number one rule is consent. Always. No matter what.”
“Damon, I’ll handle this.” Harker’s voice was tight with anger as he grabbed her arm.
“Let go of me.” She knew that tone. He was furious but too bad because so was she.
“Not until we talk.”
“Harker,” said Damon. “You heard the lady.”
“She’s my wife.” Harker pulled her to his side.
“Not anymore. I quit.” She elbowed him in the ribs.
“Ouch.” He tightened his hold. “You can’t quit a marriage. You have to get a divorce.”
“Fine. Whatever. Just let me go.”
“No. We need to talk.” He started back into the Club, dragging her behind him.
“Harker, stop.” Damon grabbed her other arm, and she had a moment of panic thinking these two large men were going to play tug-o-war with her. “The lady said to let her go.”
“And I said she’s my wife.”
“Who you brought here which means being your wife takes second to consent,” said Damon.
Harker looked like his head was going to explode but he let her go. “Alison, come with me.”
“No.” She stepped closer to Damon, loving the way Harker’s eye narrowed. She’d never seen him this angry. Good. Let him feel just a little of the hurt she was feeling. “I’m leaving.”
“No, you are no...” He clamped his mouth shut so hard she heard his teeth hit. “Please, let’s go back to the room and talk.”
“No.” She’d never appreciated conciseness before, but every time she said that one little word Harker’s face twitched.
“You’re overreacting.” He glared at her.
“I am not. You...What you did...on our wedding night.” Her voice cracked. She hated crying and she wasn’t going to cry over him.
“You’re accusing me of something that you don’t even know happened.” He stepped closer.
The scent of his cologne surrounded her, bombarding her with images from last night—him kissing her, holding her, his body hard and hot inside hers.
“I can’t believe you’re going to leave without giving me a chance to talk to you. To tell you what happened. I expected more from you.”
He was right. She didn’t know for sure...but...“I want the truth. Did you come here on our wedding night?”
“Come to the room with me and I’ll tell you.” He held out his hand.
“No.” She took a step away from him. “You’re lying. You won’t tell me the truth.”
“Have you ever known me to lie to you? Ever?”
“No...but...Do you promise to tell me the truth no matter what?”
“Yes, if you come back to our room.”
She nodded. Damon cleared his throat and Harker glared past her at the giant of a man. Damon’s eyes met hers and he glanced at the doorway.
“You are not helping,” said Harker.
“I’m helping her,” said Damon.
“She’s my wife. I’m not going to hurt her.”
Damon shrugged. “But you were going to force her to go with you. I want to make sure that the lady can leave if she wants to.”
“Oh...thank you.” She smiled up at Damon before looking back at Harker and frowning. “When we’re done talking, I want your word that you’ll let me leave.”
“I’ll even drive you myself.”
“Thanks, but I prefer to take a taxi.” She was pretty sure Harker’s jaw was going to shatter from grinding his teeth.
CHAPTER 2: Harker
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Harker escorted Alison to their room. He’d won the first battle. She was at the proverbial table and ready to listen. Now, he needed to tell her the truth in a way she wanted to hear. He opened the door.
As soon as she stepped inside, she spun around. “Did you come here on our wedding night?”
“Yes.” He closed the door behind him but didn’t move. He wasn’t chasing her through the Club again. If she wanted to leave, she’d have to go through him.
“Yes?” Her mouth dropped open.
He took her hand. “Listen to—”
“Don’t touch me.” She pulled away from him. “How could you? You lied to me.”
“I did not lie.”
“You...you said you didn’t—”
“I never said that.” He may have implied it but that was different. He moved closer. He needed to touch her, to remind her how good it was between them.
“You may as well have. It might not have been an actual lie, but the intent was a lie.”
“You wouldn’t talk to me.” His patience was disappearing fast. “You wouldn’t let me explain. You were ready to throw this all away over nothing.”
“You came to a sex club on our wedding night. That’s not nothing.”
“What did you want me to do?” This was not his fault.
“Excuse me? What did I want you to do on our wedding night? I don’t know.” She threw up her arms. “Maybe stay with your new wife.”
“My new wife?” His temper blew and he stalked closer to her. “You mean the woman who had to drink every drop of alcohol she could find to let me touch her but that still wasn’t enough, was it?”
“I apologized for that.” She backed away from him.
“Oh, that makes such a fucking difference. You laughed at me.”
“I...I was nervous, and I apologized and...” She paused, her nose wrinkling in thought. “No. You do not get to make this about me. This is about you.” She poked his chest. “You’re the one who went to a sex club on our wedding night.”
“Because my bride didn’t want me, and why do you care anyway? This isn’t a real marriage. You sure like to remind me of that, and it’s not like you love me.” Those words tangled in his throat.
“You don’t love me either.” She backed away another step. “And I know this isn’t a real marriage, but we have a contract. We agreed to be monogamous.
“You...” He stopped himself. This wasn’t the time to correct her about that.
“Were you ever serious about this or was it all some big joke?”
“A joke? If anyone is playing a joke, it’s you.” He took another step toward her. “I had to bring my wife to a sex club, so she’d see me as a man.”
“I...I knew...I know you’re a man.” She took another step away from him.
“Really? One with a dick or a man like an uncle or eunuch?”
“I...I...You were my boss.”
“That’s a fantasy for many women but apparently not you.” He stalked her across the room.
“No. I never...I...”
“Yes, I know. You never thought of me as a man.” That still ripped through his gut like he’d swallowed acid.
“That’s not true.”
“Isn’t it?” He stopped inches from her when her back hit the wall.
“No,” she whispered. “I did at first but then...”
“Yeah, that’s right. I yelled. You even made a program to laugh about me behind my back.”
“How did—”
“You told me all about it. Another gift from my loving wife on our wedding night.”
“Oh, no.” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t...I’m sorry. It’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s a joke but no one knows but me.”
“You’re right. It’s not bad. Why would I be upset that the woman I married has her own special program to make fun of me. Hell. She even wrote it.”
“I...I’m sorry.” Her eyes were huge in her face and filled with apology.
He hated that he was a joke to her, but he hated hurting her even more. He ran his fingers across her cheek and her mouth opened slightly. He wanted to grab her and hold her still while he unleashed his frustrations into this kiss but instead, he kissed her softly. She melted into him and he pressed against her, letting her feel how much he wanted her. How hard he was for her.
“Stop.” She pushed on his chest.
He kissed her again, harder this time. They weren’t playing but a safeword wasn’t only for kinky games. His hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing.
“Harker, stop,” she said against his lips. “Debug.”
“Fuck,” he almost growled before he forced himself to take a step back. It was only a small step, but even that was too much. He planted his hands on the wall by her head, needing to stay close to her.
“I...I can’t do this without knowing the truth. I started that contract on our wedding day. From the moment we said I do I was committed to being monogamous with you.” She slipped out from under his arm. “I know I wasn’t...I didn’t make our wedding night easy for you and I...I’ll...We can start the contract from here...from last night when we actually...became a couple but only if I know the truth.” Her big eyes were so unsure. “I need to know what happened that night.”
“Okay. I’ll tell you. Nothing at all happened that night.” He frowned. “I’m probably the only groom in the history of this planet that didn’t get laid on his wedding night.” There. Perfect. A little joke and most of the truth. She had to forgive him.
“You didn’t”—she waved her hands in front of her thighs—“with someone?”
“No.” He took a step toward her, unable to stay away.
“But...but you wanted to?”
“With you.” It was true. She’d been his first choice, and nothing had happened so there was no reason to mention Dahlia.
“But you came here so you meant to—”
“Fuck, Alison. What do you want me to say?” He ran his hand through his hair, wanting to tug it out. “I had just gotten married. My wife didn’t see me as a man. I was hurt. Angry. Yes, I came here to fuck someone”—he moved closer—"but I didn’t.”
“Why?” She stared up at him, but she didn’t run away, and he was taking that as a win.
“Because I wanted you.” That should satisfy her, and it wasn’t exactly a lie. He had wanted her on his wedding night; he still wanted her.
“But I was at home.”
“Passed out.”
“But if you wanted me, you wouldn’t have come here.”
“Alison, nothing happened.” He stared down at her. “Yes, I came here for sex, but I changed my mind.” Or it’d been changed for him, but that wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered was that he hadn’t had sex.
“Why?”
Her and her fucking ten thousand questions. “Because I thought of a way to make you want me.”
“What? How?”
“I went to Ethan’s office.” That was true. “He helped me realize that all I had to do was make you see me as a man, and I could have what I wanted. You.” He waited for the softening that his confession should bring but her nose wrinkled in thought.
“So you drove all the way over here and went to Ethan’s office to talk to him?”
“No.” Fuck. Right now her intelligence wasn’t very attractive. “I didn’t come here to talk to Ethan. It’s just what happened.”
“How did that happen? In a club full of beautiful, willing women how did the two of you end up in Ethan’s office...Oh.” Her eyes widened and then filled with hurt as she puzzled it out in her mind—erroneously again. “It wasn’t only you and Ethan, was it?”
He wasn’t letting her go down this path. “It was just me and Ethan. I swear.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Good.” She swallowed, seeming even more nervous than he was.
“I already admitted that I came here looking to get laid. I sat at the bar and had a drink. Katie came over and we talked.” It was time to sidetrack her a bit. “Her sister is pregnant, and their parents kicked her out. Katie is working extra shifts to pay the bills.”
“That’s horrible.”
He tried not to smile. Alison had the biggest, kindest heart of anyone he’d ever met. “It is.” He ran his hands up and down her arms.
“Go on.” She shrugged his hands away.
Damn. She was also smart and focused. “Ethan came to talk to me. He was surprised to see me here on my wedding night.” He was quite pleased with this rendition of the truth. It wasn’t a lie, and it made her feel guilty–a double score for him. “We went to his office and we came up with the plan to bring you here.”
“Here? Why?”
“Because apparently, I needed to show my wife some young guy with a huge cock in order for her to want to touch mine.” That came out a little harsher than he’d intended but it was true, and it fucking annoyed him.
“I didn’t need to see his...penis...but...is that all that happened?”
“Basically. Yeah.” There that was the truth too. “We had too many drinks. Did some women bashing but yeah, that was my night. My fucking...Excuse me. Let me rephrase. That was my no-fucking wedding night until I passed out on my couch at home.”
“You could’ve come to bed.” Her words were soft and hesitant.
It wasn’t in his nature to show mercy. He always went for the win, the kill. “And risk getting laughed at? My pride couldn’t take that again.”
“I am sorry.” She moved a step closer to him. “I...I was just so nervous.”
“I don’t know why.”
She shrugged, stopping right in front of him. “I’m not nervous now.” She touched his cheek, and he couldn’t help resting his head in her hand. “If you want, we could have our wedding night tonight. You know, a do-over.”
He kissed her palm. “I want that. I really want that.”
CHAPTER 3: Alison
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“On our wedding night I was in your room, waiting for you.” Alison walked into the bedroom. “I think I was at the end of the bed when you entered the room.”
“You’re forgetting something.” Harker’s dark eyes roamed over her, making her blood flow thick and heavy through her veins.
“Oh...you’re right. I had a drink in my hand.” She tried to look serious.
“Let’s not relive that part.” He moved closer. “I was talking about what you were wearing.”
“Oh.” She had no idea why she blushed. Yes, that lingerie had been almost see-through, but last night he’d more than seen her. He’d touched and kissed every inch of her body. “I don’t have that one with me.”
“That one?” His brow raised. “Does that mean you have a different one?”
“Yeah. Ellie made me buy some.”
“I knew I liked her.” His lips turned up in a sexy grin, making her throb for him. “Get dressed or undressed.” He sat on the bed, his dark eyes roving over her body. “I’ll enjoy watching you do both.”
“You need to leave” She grabbed his hand but tugging on him was like trying to move a truck.
“We don’t have to be that literal about recreating our wedding night.”
“I know but we’re already changing so much.”
“Like what?”
“For one thing, I’m not drunk.”
“Thank God.” He stood.
“And I was going to say that you’re not being an ass, but I may have to change that.”
“I’m hardly being an ass by not wanting to be laughed out of my wedding bed again.”
“That won’t happen.” She shoved on his back. “Now, go so I can change.”
“I’d rather watch.” Those words with the hot, hungry look on his face made her body melt like ice cream smothered in warm honey.
“But you’re right. If I don’t leave, I’m afraid you won’t be able to show me your lingerie because nothing is as beautiful as you are naked.” He gave her a quick kiss and walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
She put her hand over her heart because she was pretty sure it’d just exploded. She was far from beautiful. She was tall with a butt that spent too many hours in an office chair and breasts that were very much on the small side. Her face was at best average in its imperfections—mouth too wide, nose a bit too large and her eyes a plain brown—but when he looked at her all she saw was desire. She was never letting this man go to an eye doctor because he looked at her as if she were the only woman he’d ever wanted.
CHAPTER 4: Harker
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Harker made himself a drink and waited, his eyes going back to the bedroom door time and again. He wanted to watch Alison undress for him, but they could do that later. The idea of redoing their wedding night appealed to him in a basic way.
He’d never considered getting married until it’d been marry Alison or find another woman to have his baby. It was only temporary but the thought of her being his wife, belonging to him made his dick harder than anything had in a long, long time.
What was taking her so long? He glanced at his watch. It’d only been ten minutes, but fuck it, that was long enough. He tossed back his drink, walked to the door, lifted his hand and stopped. He didn’t knock on his wedding night. He turned the knob, but it was locked. Shit. Had she changed her mind, decided that she didn’t believe his story? The only thing that kept him from panicking was that this was the only door to that room. “Alison?”
“I need more time,” she said.
“Oh. Okay.” He could deal with that. He made himself another drink and paced.
She’d be naked by now. She was probably trying to get into some confusing lacy thing with more straps than Psalms in the bible. He certainly hoped she didn’t expect him to unfasten all of them. The way he felt right now, tearing them off with his teeth was much more likely to happen.
He’d almost lost her today. It wouldn’t have been forever. He could’ve reasoned with her, convinced her that no anger was worth millions of dollars, but it would’ve delayed him. He was done waiting for her. He’d waited almost a year. He wanted her and their child. He wanted her body under his, surrounding him, clinging to him. After last night he wanted her again and again and he wanted her now.
He walked back to the door. “Do you need help?” It was the least he could do. She was wearing the lingerie for him. Not that he needed it. Naked was always better—her on the bed with her legs spread and her pussy wet and pink, waiting for him would suit him just fine.
She didn’t answer.
He put his hand on the knob and turned. It opened. He stepped inside. Alison stood with her back to him at the foot of the bed like on their wedding night. He put his hand on the door frame to steady himself as all his blood rushed to his dick. She looked exactly like she had on their wedding night—hair hanging loose, that white confection of a nightgown hiding nothing.
She turned toward him. “I found this in my stuff.” She touched the lingerie. “Ellie must’ve snuck it in my bag. She’s kind of a romantic. I know you’ve seen this one and if you want me to change—”
“Don’t.” His voice was so thick and rough with need that he barely recognized it.
She was even more beautiful than on their wedding night. She was sober and her eyes were soft with longing. Under the translucent fabric, her nipples pebbled, dark and tight—for him. His gaze dropped to the juncture between her thighs. Was she wet for him too? He was so going to find out.
CHAPTER 5: Alison
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Alison knew exactly what that look of intensity in Harker’s eyes meant—pleasure, lots of pleasure. His dark gaze roamed down her body, incinerating everywhere it touched.
“Take off your robe.”
“Ah...If we’re going to recreate our wedding night, shouldn’t you make me and yourself a drink?” That’d been what had happened right before she’d laughed.
“You can have mine.” He took two steps and stopped in front of her, wrapping her fingers around the glass. His skin was hot and rough, a delicious contrast to the smooth, cold glass.
She took a sip, wrinkling her nose as the bourbon burned a path down her throat.
“Not to your liking?”
“It’s okay. A little strong but okay.” She took another sip.
“Let me have a taste.”
“Oh sure, we’ll share.” She handed him the glass and his eyes twinkled with amusement.
“I’ve tasted that.” He bent to kiss her.
“You’ve tasted my lips too,” she whispered, her breath mingling with his.
“It’s our wedding night, remember? The only kiss I’ve had from you ended with a bloody nose.”
“I’m so sorry about that.” She leaned forward, drawn to his warmth.
“You can make it up to me.” He kissed her softly, his tongue teasing her lower lip.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body against his but he unhooked her arms and stepped back.
“What? Where are you...”
He walked to the side of the bed and put the glass on the nightstand before kicking off his shoes. He sat on the bed, pulling off his socks.
“Oh. Okay.” It was time to get busy. She smiled and started for the other side of the bed.
“Stop.” He scooted back and leaned against the headboard. “Take off your robe. I want to see my bride.”
They’d done a lot of things last night and today. She already knew he liked to give orders and have them obeyed but she was a bit nervous about this. It was one thing to undress in the heat of the moment and another to strip for him.
“Now, Alison or you’ll be punished.”
“Punished?” She wasn’t sure she wanted that, but her body disagreed. The slow throb between her legs revved up a notch as she remembered the woman on stage last night.
“Yes. Punished.” He unbuttoned his shirt partway before pulling it over his head. His dick was already a hard outline in his pants.
Alison’s mouth watered. This man’s body was enough to wipe all thought from her head. All she wanted to do was touch him with her hands and her lips.
“Come here.” He shifted, dropping his long legs over the side of the bed.
“I thought you wanted me to take off—”
“Come here.” His voice was rough with passion. “You need to be punished for disobeying.”
“Punished how?”
“Use your safeword if you must but until then get your ass over here.”
“This isn’t at all like our wedding night.” She didn’t move. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this.
“No, but it’s what I wanted to do.” He stood and stepped toward her. “You made it more than clear that you didn’t want to be my bride.”
“I didn’t...”
He ignored her. “From the moment you walked into the living room, it was obvious to everyone that you didn’t want to be there.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...” She backed away, undoing her robe. He kind of had a reason to be upset. “See. I’m obeying. I’m taking off the robe.” She let it slide down her shoulders and his eyes darkened from desire.
“Touch your nipples.” He stalked closer.
“What?” She backed away.
“Touch your nipples.”
Her back hit the wall and he stopped a foot from her. He stared at her breasts and her nipples hardened almost painfully. She ran her hands up her body, squeezing her breasts before her fingers teased her nipples. She sighed as the pull from her fingers throbbed in tandem with the pulse between her legs.
“Move one hand to your pussy.”
She didn’t even think about not doing it. His voice, his command controlled her body.
“Show me how wet you are.” His breath came faster as his hand went to his cock, rubbing it through his pants.
She spread her legs, heat filling her cheeks–part from passion and part from embarrassment. She’d never had a man stare at that part of her body. Her other partners had touched her and tasted her but never just stared. Her fingers slid through her wetness, twirling around her clit.
“I want you naked. Undress.”
She stroked herself faster. His dark gaze and gruff voice, pushing her closer to orgasm.
“That’s it. You’re done disobeying.” He grabbed the neckline of her lingerie, ripping the delicate fabric off her body.
She gasped as the cool air hit her heated flesh and her eyes closed as her fingers moved faster around her clit.
“Oh, no. You don’t get to come. “ He captured her wrist.
“Harker, please.” She was so close, just another touch.
“No. Not until you’ve been punished for your disobedience.”
CHAPTER 6: Harker
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Harker lifted Alison in his arms and headed toward the bed. Later, he might watch her finger herself to release but not now. It was his wedding night, and he was going to be an extremely active participant in all her orgasms.
“Put me down.” She wiggled, her hard little nipples burning holes into his flesh.
He couldn’t wait to take them into his mouth, biting down on them and making her really squirm.
“I mean it. Put me down.”
“Okay.” He dropped her legs to the floor and then sat on the bed, his dick straining at his pants.
She frowned at him, seeming surprised that he’d actually put her down. His gaze roamed over her body. She was naked, gorgeous, and all his. He could smell her arousal, hot and musky. He wanted to bury his cock inside her but not yet. First, she needed a lesson in punishment and pleasure.
“You’ll have one chance to lessen your punishment, but you have to obey without hesitation and without question.”
“That’s cheating. You know I’m not good at that.” She gave him an exasperated look. “I need to know why, and I want to understand everything before I act.”
“I’m quite aware of that.” He grinned.
“Then why...You want to punish me?”
“Yes, and after this time, you’ll want it too. I promise.” He had to make this good for her because he liked to punish. He’d planned on leaving Alison out of that aspect of his life, but that wasn’t going to work because she was the only one he wanted to fuck.
“I don’t think you’re right about that.”
“Trust me.” He took her hand and kissed her palm. “I mean that.” For the things he wanted to teach her, to do with her, to do to her, he needed her absolute trust. “If you trust me, I’ll make this good for you. Really, really good.”
“And if I don’t like it, I’ll say debug and you’ll stop?”
“Always.”
She nodded. “Okay. I guess we can try it.”
“Lie down on my lap.”
“Lie down?”
“That’s not obeying without hesitation.”
“This doesn’t count. I don’t understand what you want. I know how to sit on your lap and straddle your lap but lying down on it?”
“Put your stomach across my legs.”
“Oh. Okay, but I don’t see the appeal.” She crawled across his lap, stretching out on the bed and his legs.
“You will.” He already did. The press of her side against his erection made him inhale. All he needed was a little friction and he’d be dripping. He lifted her, shifting her upward until her ass was in the perfect spot for his hand. Her butt was large and soft and so pink that it practically begged for him to slap it. “You’re getting your first taste of impact play.” His hand landed on her ass, the crack ringing through the quiet room.
“Ouch.” She tried to get up. “Why did you do that?”
He pressed down on her back, holding her in place. “You need to obey me.” He hit her ass again, hard.
“Hey. That hurt.”
“I know.” He caressed her butt. She was innocent. He needed to teach her body that this pain was a prelude to intense pleasure.
CHAPTER 7: Alison
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Alison wasn’t a fan of this game. It’d hurt when Harker had slapped her ass but from the way his dick pressed into her side, he was really enjoying this. She’d give him a little more time to make this good for her before she stopped him.
“This is the punishment.” His fingers skimmed between her butt cheeks. “The pain first and then the pleasure.” He stroked her pussy in feather light touches.
Now, that she liked. A lot. Her legs opened, giving him better access but his touches were still light and teasing. She wiggled, trying to give him a hint.
“See how wet you are?”
“That was from before, not from you hitting me,” she muttered, her words slightly muffled from the bed.
“Are you sure?” He slipped two fingers inside her.
“Oh...that feels good.” She tightened her inner muscles around him.
His other hand landed on her ass. Her body tensed around his fingers and sparks of pleasure pulsed through her. He twisted his hand between her legs and his other hand came down hard on her ass, pushing his fingers against her G-spot. She gasped, almost sitting up as white hot pleasure shot through her body. He did it again and again, his hand landing on her ass and his fingers teasing her G-spot. She pushed up on her arms, wiggling to get away from the pain from his slaps while her pussy clung to his fingers, trying to keep them pressing against her spongy bundle of nerves.
“You’re getting wetter.” His voice was gruff as his fingers slid in and out. “You like this, don’t you?”
He scraped his nails across the sensitized skin of her butt, making her skin tingle as the slight pain morphed into pleasure. She moaned. The sound low and needy as her body surrendered to the pleasure. She dropped back onto the bed, her hips rocking with the rhythm of his fingers. She gasped when he slapped her ass again while his fingers wiggled inside her, teasing her G-spot. She clutched at the bedsheet, jerking forward with his next slap. The movement rubbed her clit against the cloth of his pants and she exploded, screaming as she shattered.
“I know you liked that.” He pulled his hand from between her legs, and she whimpered slightly, her body still clutching for something to fill her. He took her arm, helping her off his lap. “Get on your knees.”
CHAPTER 8: Harker
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Harker almost came in his pants when Alison obeyed without question. He hadn’t planned on letting her come, but it’d been the perfect way to start teaching her body that pain equaled pleasure. She knelt before him, wincing a bit when she sat back on her feet.
“Unzip me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said it sarcastically as she rubbed his cock through his pants.
“I prefer Master, but Sir will work.”
“Really?” She looked at him like he was nuts. “Master?’
“Yes.” He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her fingers as she slowly unfastened his pants.
“I don’t think I can call you Master.” She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke him. Her small, soft fingers squeezing him perfectly. “It makes me think of slavery and that isn’t a turn-on for—”
“Sir will work.” His hand cupped the back of her head, gently guiding her toward his dick. “Suck it.”
“Yes, Sir.” The husky quality to her voice went straight to his balls. She opened her mouth, giving him a glimpse of her perfect pink tongue before her lips closed around the tip of his dick.
The breath hissed through his teeth when she sucked. He grasped the bedspread with both hands, trying to keep from grabbing her head and fucking her face, but damn she could suck dick. She took him deeper, the suction almost making him come as the tip of his cock slid into her throat.
“Fuck.” He hadn’t expected her to do that, but he wasn’t complaining.
