Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

She gasped, muttering both in English and Spanish as he slowly entered her, letting her adjust to each thrust. By the time he was fully seated within her, every cell in both channels pulsed in a flame of need and desire.

Groaning, he grabbed her hips in his hands and withdrew partway. “Never doubt me again, Rosie.” He surged back in, then set up a steady rhythm that had her pushing against him as much as she could, meeting him thrust for thrust.

She’d never thought being tied into place, totally captive to another’s attention could be so erotic. He leaned over her and nibbled her neck, his chest resting lightly on her back. She shivered as his breath heated her neck. He nipped and sucked lightly, using his weight to emphasize his control over her, his protection of her.

“Do you feel me, Rosie? How much I desire you? How much I need you?” He rocked his hips, burying himself to the hilt then held still. “Do you feel my cock throbbing inside you?”

“Yes.” She could feel his heart beating against her back and the synchronous beat in the bulbous head of his cock deep within.

“Do you have any idea of what you look like? How beautiful you are?”

No. But when he said it, she felt beautiful. “I’ve never given myself over to any other man like this before.”

He laid his cheek against her shoulder, his body trembling, the vibrator inside her exciting both of them. “I never want you to give yourself over to any other man except me. Ever.”

His whole body stiffened. With a roar he pulled back and plunged deep, then pulled back again and pistoned his hips in a frantic motion. His heavy testicles slapped against her clit, arousing her to a state of frenzy. The muscles in his forearms corded as he fought himself for control.

Her body trembling as she gasped for breath, she tightened her muscles around his cock, caressing him in the only way she could. He reached down with one hand and stroked her overly sensitive clit.

“Come for me, Rosie. Come with me.”

At the touch, both her ass and her pussy clutched at him, pulling him deeper than he’d yet been. With a deep, almost primal groan, Sam shuddered as together they found their release.

He briefly sagged over her, his breath harsh in her ear. “Did you learn your lesson, Princesa?”

She heard the chuckle in his admonition.

“If the lesson…was being bad…results in a great orgasm,” she panted, the aftershocks continuing to pulse both in him and in her, until she felt ready to orgasm again. “Then yeah, I guess I did.”

“Smart ass.”

To her regret, he slid from her. He pressed a kiss to each buttock as he retrieved the vibrator, leaving her totally bereft at the lack of sensation. “Pretty ass. Talented ass. I’ll be back to release you in a minute.”

It wasn’t until he zipped his fly that she realized that while she’d been completely naked, he’d never undressed. He padded away, and she heard water running in what must have been an ensuite bathroom before he returned. To her surprise instead of undoing her restraints, he first cleaned the oil from her back.

Once he was satisfied she was clean, he released her and handed her her clothes. “I’ve got to go meet Troy.” The look in his eyes was filled with both passion and concern. “Are you sure you won’t come with me?”

“No, Sam. I’ll be fine here.”

He took her hand in his as they headed for the door, but paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Are you all right? I didn’t take very long to prepare you…”

“I’m fine, Sam.” She exhaled slowly and mentally picked up the spoon to eat the plateful of crow that hovered between them. “I’m sorry for not believing you right off last night. And I’m sorry if I came off like a prude about the club. I wasn’t trying to judge you. Everything between us has moved so fast. I just got…scared. You know?”

Emotion flared in his eyes. “I’m not trying to pressure you, but I want to explore what we have together. I want more. I want…”

…you forever, she wanted him to say. The same way she wanted to say I trust you and would let you do anything you want. The way she wanted to say I’m falling in love with you.

But he didn’t say it.

And neither did she.

Without another word, Sam led her back through the halls and back to the front door. Where they’d turned right to the small waiting room before, this time he opened the door to a bright airy administrative office filled with greenery. Andy had commandeered a computer at one of the desks and was surfing the net from what she could see.

Crossing the room to a corner office overlooking the front yard, Sam rapped his knuckles on its half open door. “Thalia?”

“Samuel, come on in. And Rosie, welcome to La Porte Rouge.” Thalia closed a file and smiled.

He kissed Thalia on the cheek and murmured, “Something’s come up at the office so I can’t stay. You’ll make sure Rosie’s given access to the files, but stays in the office, right?” At Thalia’s soft assurance, Sam returned to Rosie’s side and drew the back of his fingers along her jaw. “Give me a call when you’re done-I’ll come pick you up.”

“You don’t have to. Just have Kris or someone pick us up.”

His hand dropped to his side. “I mean it, Rosie. Give me a call. I’ll pick you up. And remember, stay here with Thalia.” With a glance back at Thalia, and a nod, he closed the door behind him. She heard him talking with Andy, probably giving him strict instructions to stick to her side.

Thalia gestured toward a wing chair. “Come sit down, Rosie. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you for taking the time to help me with the files. I know you’re busy.”

“It’s nothing that can’t wait.” Thalia tilted her head, intelligent grey eyes assessing her as if they could hear her thoughts. “Now I understand you wish to look at the members’ files, but is there anything you’d like to ask me first? About the club? About Sam?”

There were a million questions whizzing through her thoughts-since she liked being tied up did that make her submissive? Did being a submissive mean she’d have to be June Cleaver when she wasn’t in the office? What else should she expect Sam to do to her? To expect of her? What type of a future would they have if she didn’t want to join his club? Was this a phase that he might grow tired of? Was he still a member out of loyalty to those who had helped him all those years ago? Would Sam dump her if she wouldn’t agree to a mйnage? Or would he have one anyway, just not with her?

But none managed to make it past her mouth.

After a moment’s silence, Thalia asked, “How long have you and Sam been dating, Rosie?”

“Just under a month.” Though it felt longer. Yet in that time she’d revealed things to Sam, shown him parts of herself she hadn’t even known existed. “I’ve known him for two years though.”

Thalia leaned back and laced her fingers together, steepling her index fingers. “Forgive me if I’m getting too personal, but Sam’s a dear friend of mine. I’m concerned that perhaps he hasn’t been completely honest with you about his needs. Do you understand about his lifestyle and his association with the club?”

“He’s told me about how he became a member. And I know that you were his mentor. He said that you taught him how to be a,” she swallowed, “Dominant.”

“My dear girl, Sam needed very little training from me. He is a natural Dom.” She tilted her head. “Is there anything you’d like to ask me? Woman to woman?”

“I suppose I’m not comfortable with the idea that a woman-especially in this day and age-would allow herself to be subservient to a man. I mean, I get some of it-like being bound, even spanked, that’s…” Spectacular? Mind-blowing? “…fun. But why would a woman allow someone to drag her around on a leash and find it arousing.”