“Gunnar.” She pressed her cheek into my palm before turning to place a kiss in the center. Her gaze returned to mine, soft and dark with desire. “I see the hunger in you.”
“I want you, even here. Perhaps especially here,” I added.
I leaned down and claimed her mouth in a kiss, crushing her cloaked body to mine. I knew she wore nothing beneath, and the knowledge burned through me like fire, making my cock heat and pulse to be free. To be inside her.
Panting when I released her, she stared up at me with a question in her eyes. I ignored everyone in the room, unnaturally aware of the bench directly to our left. The base was lined with new toys, plugs and dildos. Floggers and paddles, oil and wax as well. I could not deny the image burning into my mind of her naked and tied to that bench with her ass in the air as I spanked her, filled her ass and fucked her until she screamed.
“I’m not scared,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I could see the thrumming beat of her pulse at her neck, knew that while she wasn’t fearful, she was still nervous.
Now I was the one having difficulty controlling the air moving in and out of my lungs as I lowered my lips to her ear and whispered, “I want to take you over that bench and tie you down with everyone watching. I want to fill your ass and spank it, then fuck you until you scream.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want that here? This place… I’m going to fuck you, but it doesn’t have to be here.”
She looked up at me with her soft eyes, studying, assessing. “I want it. I want to see what you were like, what you are still like.”
I shook my head as I stroked her cheek. “I’m not like this place anymore. I get what I need from you.”
Nodding slightly, she continued. “And I get what I need from you. And I need you to do…whatever you want. Here.”
She shivered before me and closed her eyes on a soft moan. With trembling fingers she reached for the tie at her neck and tugged at the knot. It gave away in a slow glide that held me hypnotized as the cloak fell to the floor in a pool of black, leaving her naked before me. Bare except for the decadent white shoes that forced her to walk with her hips thrust out. The spiked ends gave her added height and made her legs look even longer.
She stood before me with her head down, as I’d taught her, and whispered the words I’d heard a hundred times before. Never before had they made me feel so powerful and so vulnerable at the same time. This time, the words meant everything because they came from a woman who was truly mine, my mate. “Please, Sir. I want this. I want you.”
“Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth. My cock threatened to rip through my pants. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I did not want to talk any longer. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and lifted her head so I could kiss her. I wasn’t gentle, I didn’t have it in me to be gentle. My cock flooded my body with lust, craving, need. I needed to fuck her. I needed to fill her with my seed and watch her writhe. I needed to conquer.
I kissed her a moment more and walked her to the bench, aligning the front of her hips with the padded rest that came to the front of her thighs. Hand still in her hair, I pushed her head down until she bent over the bench with her ass in the air.
“Raise your arms,” I ordered.
Sophia lifted her arms above her head and I secured them using thick straps in place for just such a purpose. When she was secured on all fours, I reached down and released my hard cock from the uncomfortably tight black pants. Heavy with need, pre-cum already coated the tip. The essence of my cock would make her body eager and ready, but I didn’t want to rely on seed power to seduce my mate. I needed her to look at me like that of her own accord.
I’d never worried about being desired. But I’d never imagined a mate of my own, a woman who would love me with every ounce of her heart and soul. And suddenly, I craved the love and acceptance of this woman I barely knew, needed her to want me like I needed air to breathe.
She made me weak, and yet, I could not walk away. This was obsession, not love. Primal need. I could not love her in return, the feeling long burned from my body by pain. I’d loved once, and lost everything.
I would not survive losing Sophia if I loved her.
Rolf and Erik could give her tender words and gentleness. But I could give her this. I would give us what we both needed.
Freedom from the cage of her mind. Freedom to experience total bliss beyond the limits set in place by guilt, shame or judgment. I would force her to give her pain to me, and I would drink it down like the greedy fuck I had become at first sight of her.
She flung her dark hair over her shoulder and looked up at me, licked her lips. I saw no fear in her eyes, only raw, naked lust. Watching her closely, I spoke slowly to be sure she understood every word.
“I’m going to spank your ass, mate, because I can. Because you enjoy the sting on your bare bottom. I’m going to make you burn, and then I’m going to fill that tight little ass so you’ll be ready for Erik when next you see him.”
She bit her lip and looked up at me. “What about you?”
The question was a dagger to my beating heart. What about you? No lover had ever asked what I wanted, what I needed. Not one. They took their pleasure as their due and walked away, sated and unconcerned of the cost to me to provide.
What about you?
Fuck. I was screwed.