The Shy Dominant (8 page)

“Yes, oh, yes.” She collapsed against the side of the SUV, her legs too shaky to hold her now, but it was okay because Fred and Taz were both suddenly behind her and they held her up. Two sets of hands moving her confidently so her feet left the ground, spreading her wider, a callused big palm patting her ass—Taz, she thought.

She heard the rustle of plastic then the wrapper was placed deliberately beside her. Another hand on her back, stroking her, almost consoling her so more of those wonderful tears dripped. She was not a crier, but this felt so good, as if they’d reached inside her to some bottled up place and helped her open it.

Fred had given her this gift. Because she loved him.

That thought made her eyes pop, but she couldn’t hide from it. Not after what they’d done to her. Nothing was hidden, not her shadows, not her moments of light. She was naked to herself as much as to Fred and Taz.

A hand on her back steadied her then she felt the blunt head of a cock rubbing against her pussy. She was so alive now it was like every brush set off fire crackers in her blood. She gasped and tried to shove herself back, so desperate to be fucked.

Two sets of hands again took control, holding her unmoving so she was breached then entered from behind. Belatedly she realised she wasn’t sure who was taking her. Taz? Fred?

The not knowing sent a delicious tingle of the forbidden. They had given her a taste of the whip, a taste of humiliation and absolute control and now they were giving her a taste of stranger-sex, something that had purely been a fantasy before now because she valued herself too much not to be safe.

But Fred…Fred rescued kids and elderly people, took care of his men and had no hesitation running into a collapsing building. Fred would always, always keep her safe.

“Sweet ass,” Taz grunted and she knew it was he who took her now. Fred stepped into view and she saw he’d stripped away his own clothing, revealing that hugely muscular body, tattooed extensively not just on his chest and arms but down his legs and on the flat plain of his belly. His abs rippled like corrugated steel, his hips were defined, perfect for a woman to hold onto while she sat herself on him. And his cock… He was huge, swollen and thick, larger than any man she’d ever had before.

Faint apprehension tingled up her spine. Could she comfortably take Fred?

Taz tangled his fist in her hair and she heard him say to Fred, “Thank you for lending me this. She’s a hot, wet, tight little cunt. Feels perfect around my cock.”

The way Taz talked about her made her Fred’s property and yet not a ripple of disquiet moved through her. She felt serene and deliciously claimed by the drag and retreat of a heavy cock, the shock of pleasure as Taz fucked her slowly, thoroughly.

Her bound hands could not find enough purchase to offer her any counter-balance to enhance her pleasure. She was going to get fucked, for as long and as hard and as slow and measured as Taz cared to give it to her, but she wasn’t sure he would give her quite enough so she could come the way she needed.

“You’re not going to come, little cunt,” Taz said, smacking her ass hard to light up all the heat he’d brought with the riding crop. “Only Fred can give you that.”

Dharma had never let any of her boyfriends call her a cunt. She hated the word. Why was it so sexy hearing it from Taz?

He thrust inside her again and her toes curled. Every taking seemed to go deeper and deeper inside her, until she was panting, until she began to beg him to go faster,
please
, she needed it just a little faster.

The sexy bastard laughed and kept up his steady pace until finally he gripped her hips, his fingers digging in as his body shuddered. “
Hot little piece!
”

She was still warmed and wet and on the edge when she heard more plastic crinkling then felt Fred behind her. He pushed inside her unhurriedly, widening her channel ruthlessly with his sheer size. Her breath caught as she struggled to accommodate his size.

She’d taken one man and now with her body slick and open and hot, she was taking another. Did this make her a slut in Fred’s eyes? She didn’t know, and she hoped not because she had opened more than just her body to him. In all those long days they’d talked, in the shared looks at the coffee shop, in the moments when he opened a door for her and put his hand on her lower back protectively, these feelings had been growing.

He could hurt her now. He could devastate her.

And still she would let him do what he wanted with her.

And still she loved him.

He took her hips, pulling her back on his erection, claiming her so she was so full she whimpered.

Then he fucked her as she’d never been fucked. He slammed into her hard and dangerous, and his arms came around her, pulling her in tight under his crouching body, his face brushing hers, sweat running down his cheeks, his eyes glazed as he shoved in and out…

She screamed as she came, feeling it like a life and death impact. He rode her a little longer before he jerked and began to shove inside her.

After, she was completely limp while Fred held her captive under him, and she was crying because everything had been too much, just too much.

He swung her gently into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling like she was torn apart, like she truly was dying as pain welled up and flowed from her. It was the most peculiar sensation of her life, as if their shared sex had done more than pleasure her body.

“Take the keys,” she heard him say to Taz. “Leave us alone for a while. You can come back with your bike in the back later.”

The SUV fired up, but Dharma didn’t care. All she cared about was Fred holding her, walking with her naked until he sat down on a silvered log on a tiny beach lit only by a fine sliver of moon.

She gave herself as much to him now, curling tight as she continued to cry silently.

He never let her go.

* * * *

The wind tugging a tendril of hair into her face woke her in irritation. She was curled against the log, Fred’s shirt tucked around her. She saw him right away, standing at the water’s edge, magnificently male and still gloriously naked. Hers, if she had the courage to try to make this complicated older man belong to her.

Her throat tightened because she wanted that more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life.

She didn’t think about it. She tossed aside the shirt and crawled to Fred on her hands and knees.

He turned and when she reached him he put a sandy foot over her neck, pressing down lightly. Then he was on his knees, breathing hard. He covered her, pushing her hair out of the way so he could lave her neck with his tongue, like an animal taking possession of its mate.

He bit her, a little savage, hard, stinging pain that went straight to her pussy. He brushed her there, testing her as she opened to him, holding nothing back.

He cleared his throat. “I’m clean… I mean, I should have said it before. I’ve only been with two women in the past two years.”

“I’ve had more partners, but I’ve always been safe and I was tested recently,” she said. She felt his tension over her confession as if he didn’t like it that she’d had more lovers even though she hadn’t hidden it from him. “You’re only jealous because you weren’t there to run the show.”

“Maybe. Jesus!” He laughed and she heard his chagrin in his laughter. He was still uncomfortable with what he liked.

“Is that what you want, for us to…share?”

He cupped her face in his big hands. “No. I’m territorial as hell, which probably makes what happened with Taz seem weird but…”

Gladness rushed through her, soothing her. “I loved it. You gave me so much pleasure using him as your, um, surrogate, but…” Her throat dried up.
It’s you
, she wanted to say.
You’re the one.

“He’s still going to give me pointers. I like what we do, but I can’t do it irresponsibly,” Fred said.

It was so Fred to have that attitude. They would play, but they would do it so it was safe for her, always.

He leaned his face against hers, whispered against her lips, “I want to come inside you.”

She pulled back, shocked to the heart. “Wow.”

He dropped his head, rubbing the back of his neck which made his muscles bulge and his tattoos move like living works of art. He looked like an exotic god in the moonlight, primal but still with that hint of shyness.

“I know. It’s a fucking stupid idea. I have two daughters. I know what it’s like to get pregnant by accident.” His blue eyes lifted, sizzling into hers. “And you should know that wherever you are in your cycle, I’m really
good
at making babies. Even if we take precautions, I will likely knock you up sooner or later if we keep doin’ this.”

Wow again. She covered her chest, trying to absorb the impact of his direct words. He’d spelled it out baldly, and he’d totally terrified her…and turned her on?

“Okay, you’ve said what your body can do, baby-maker. What about what
you
want as a man?”

He rubbed his jaw and she heard the rasp of his whiskers. He grew them faster than any other man she knew, which was why he kept an extra razor at work. He was virile in every sense of the word. “What I want…” He laughed softly, heat pinkening his cheeks. “Oh, fuck.”

“Fred.”

He gave her another of those sizzling looks that made her toes curl. “What I want is to get you pregnant. I’ve never felt that way. Marilyn and I just fell into it but you… I get hard thinking of covering you until we make a baby because then you’ll be tied to me. Then I can reel you in under my roof. Then I’ll have a hold on this beautiful, scary, mysterious much-younger-lady.”

Her lips parted. Had the sex with Taz been as much about enthralling her as titillation for Fred?
It had been.
He’d found a totally unique form of courtship for the adventurous woman she was.

He was busy corralling her while he pleasured her.

“You diabolical man, you keep offering me these tastes of a life I’ve never experienced.”

“If you let me come inside you”—his voice was throaty—“I’ll make it better than you can imagine. You’ll want it over and over again until I knock you up.”

Her breath caught because suddenly, crazily, she did want that. She could see it happening, and she felt a tug not just of hot desire, but of that deep pool of pain that lay quiet around her breast bone. That wish for connection. For family?

She’d been on her own since her mother passed away and Fred knew it, knew she hadn’t had a happy childhood but a lonely one, passed in foster homes. She’d come into her own when she’d gone to college and begun to paint.

“I’ve never had unprotected sex before.” And now it was a siren’s call, and she wanted it. It was the most crash-test-dummy event of her life, and she’d done some reckless things.

He raised one eyebrow.

“You made me want to risk it, just once…” She chewed her lip. “But your life is so messy and I’m not sure I’m ready to become a mom and—”

“And yes?” His lips brushed her forehead, then her cheeks and her mouth.

She lifted her leg around his, feeling his hard penis brush against her sex. She was on fire to feel what it would be like.

“Just this once, okay? We’ll take this risk one time right now, but then we go back to being as safe as possible.” She loved him, but she had no idea where they were going. If any of her girlfriends heard her just now, they’d be shocked because she was always so careful.

Well, except for Sian. She would understand Dharma’s moment of weakness.

“Yes?” he asked her again, holding her gaze.

“Come inside me.” She took hold of him, feeling again how thick he was.

He took her wrists in one of his hands, raising them above her head, lifted her leg even higher so she was splayed open and mounted her firmly.

The commitment of this act took her breath, more primal than marriage. This was what had preceded marriage, sex as a creative act.

She groaned as he pushed inside her in one heavy thrust. He threw his head back, grunting, hot and eager, overwhelming her.

He ran his hand over her breast, cupping and squeezing it, appreciating it before he settled his palm on her belly.

His gaze held hers, deadly serious.

And she knew he wanted to make her pregnant.

She fought to get closer, they strained… She felt his heavy balls slap her body and she was conscious as never before that he was full of life. This wasn’t light, fun sex. This was a man trying to make a baby with his woman.

When he freed her hands, she gripped his hips, his ass, digging in her nails, then she was shuddering, going deep, going under, her body subdued under his as he shot inside her.

After they were done, he reached down for her ankle and lifted it onto his lower back.

“I’d take care of you. You know that.”

“Yes, I know, even though I can take care of myself. Does this mean if the pizza boy showed up at your door he’d only get a look in?”

He rubbed her breasts possessively. “So you have a touch of exhibitionism? Bad girl.”

She choked on a laugh. “Yes.”

He rubbed his lips tenderly against hers. “I’ll keep asking to make a family with you. And you’ll let me do it again, sooner or later.”

She didn’t make him pull out. Every minute could mean they made a baby together.

So she figured Fred was right, he probably would get her to take the risk again.

Chapter Seven

“Wow,” Sian breathed. “Wow.”

“I
know!
” Dharma decided she’d give her best friend rainbow toes, so after pulling Sian’s feet out of the basin where she was soaking them, she towelled then buffed Sian’s feet before choosing orange, pink and green for her colours. Sian trusted her with such decisions and anyway, it wasn’t like she could do her own pedicure anymore, not with her belly so swollen.

“But despite our temporary insanity, I’m not. You know, preggers.”

Sian rolled her eyes. “What would I know about how
that
feels? Ohmygod, keeprubbingmyfeetyougoddess!”

Dharma laughed, giving Sian a pinch to her instep. “Doesn’t Luke give you foot rubs?”