31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (35 page)

‘Take a look and see,’ I advised with a nod and a
smile. He let go of my hand and carefully opened it and a look of confusion ran
over his face as he looked back up at me.

‘You have a picture of me in here.’

‘It’s been in there since the night I discovered I
was pregnant. I knew no one would ever fill my heart the way you did and having
you in there made me feel like you were still with me, that my family was
complete, even if the three of you were missing.’

‘I know I didn’t know them, but I bet they’d be so
proud of you,’ he sighed, as he carefully shut the locket and let it drop back
down between my breasts as he clasped my face and gently kissed me.

‘I think they’d have loved you,’ I said quietly,
as we just rested our foreheads against each other.

‘I’d love to have met them, they must have been
amazing parents to turn out a woman like you.’

‘Don’t,’ I moaned. ‘You’ll make me cry.’

‘I mean it, Ellie. I’m so in love with you it
hurts.’

‘Tell me about it,’ I replied, as I flung my arms
around his neck and kissed him properly. We broke apart when we heard a knock
at the door behind us.

‘Come in,’ Dan called as he held my hand again,
his thumbs tracing circles on my palm, sending crackles up my arm. ‘We have
four courses so I hope you’re hungry.’

‘Four? That’s unusual,’ I observed.

‘Is it? Starter, main, dessert and then me, what’s
wrong with that?’ he asked with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

‘Dan,’ I laughed, as the waiters filtered in
carrying all sorts of items.

‘I’d quite happily skip the first three courses
and go straight to the last, but I don’t want you passing out on me, so food
first.’

‘Ok, let me just check in with Mrs. McAdams before
we start,’ I suggested, as I reached for my clutch.

‘They’re fine,’ he advised as he grabbed it and
moved it out of my reach. I looked at him feeling hurt.

‘How can you be so sure?’

‘Because she has the number here and she’d ring if
there was a problem. Relax, be here, with me. It’s one night, we’re going to
have a minimum of one night a week when it’s just the two of us, so you need to
start getting used to it. The worst that will happen is another toilet disaster
of one kind or another and she’s been through it all before.’

‘I worry,’ I sighed as I thought of him getting
sleepy, without me to cuddle him and sing him to sleep.

‘You’ll always worry, but that’s why I’m here, to
help you share that and lessen the load.’ He kissed me again and I smiled as he
took my hand again and our food was placed in front of us, covered with silver
domes. He was right, it was one night and Oliver probably wouldn’t even notice
I was gone.

‘Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight,’
Dan sighed as he kissed my neck again, making me moan.

‘You have, but I pale into insignificance next to
your hot handsomeness,’ I replied as I squirmed in my chair. He’d spent most of
our delicious meal with one hand under the table, up my dress, stroking my
inner thigh. His fingers had been tantalisingly close to my bare pussy, but
never quite touching it, leaving me breathless with anticipation, seriously wet
and currently frustrated. ‘Why am I accessible if you refuse to touch me?’

‘I am touching you,’ he reminded me with the
lightest of touches that grazed my swollen labia. His eyes sparkling with evil
intent,
hot
intent, that had me breathing even faster.

‘Not properly,’ I complained. As if it weren’t hot
enough outside, I was burning up with desire for him. The romantic meal,
watching the sun casting beautiful reflections on the loch, the sight of him
looking so …
fuckable,
the thought of where the night was leading, all
of this had my body flaming with need. ‘You’re teasing me.’

‘Anticipation of an event often exceeds the
reality, tonight that won’t be the case. I need you seriously wet and juicy,
because I plan to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’re going
to really feel what it’s like to be fucked hard, raw and passionately,
something I’ve wanted to do since you arrived in that airport the first time. I
was ready to throw you down and go at it on the floor, to hell with everyone
around us, because you drive me crazy woman. Sweet and tender isn’t going to
cut it tonight. You wanted to meet dominant Dan, well tonight baby you’ve got
him.’

‘You fucked me hard in the boathouse,’ I uttered
between gasps for air, as his grip on the back of my neck tightened and he bit
the side of my neck. Surely he couldn’t get more animalist and aggressive than
that?

‘That may have been a hard fuck by most men’s
standards. I’m not most men.’

‘O shit,’ I groaned. ‘I’m not going to be able to
walk tomorrow, am I?’

‘Nor sit down without remembering what I did to
you. Now I need to know how wet you are, if we’re anywhere near you being ready
for me,’ he purred against my skin,

‘I’m soaking,’ I mewled.

‘We may have different definitions of the term.
Stand up, walk over to that leather armchair by the fire, bend over the back of
it and flip up your dress,’ he ordered, as he suddenly removed his lips and
hand from my body and pushed back in his chair. I gulped as I blinked at him.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly and the material of his trousers was
tented with his substantial erection. He casually placed both hands behind his
head and parted his thighs to give me a better look at his stiff cock. I felt
my eyes go wide as I bit and sucked on my lower lip. As I raised my eyes to
meet his, a lazy smile played across his face.

‘The staff,’ I objected, weakly. To be honest,
right now if he ordered me to strip and prepare to be fucked in full vision of
them, I probably would.

‘We’re alone unless I call them to return with
whatever you want. Do I need to repeat myself?’

‘No,’ I shot back, not wanting him to have any
excuse to delay touching me. I was on the verge of exploding.

‘You just earned yourself spank one. No what?’

‘Sir,’ I whispered, as my stomach flipped to see
him sitting there all masculine and confident, barking orders.

‘Then do as you’re told,’ he smiled. I noticed his
eyes flick to my breasts. I’d had to go without a bra as I didn’t own a halter
neck one and my nipples were already hard and obvious through the material of
my dress. I slowly got up and tried to walk as sexily as I could to the
armchair, before folding myself over it, my back to him. It was frustrating not
to be able to see his gorgeous face and what effect I was about to have on him.
I knew what effect he was having on me, sheer and utter frustration and desperation
to have his cock buried inside me, to feel his hands roughly grasping at my
tender swollen breasts, his balls slapping the back of my thighs as he pounded
me relentlessly. I reached behind me and slowly inched up the back of my dress,
bit by bit, and inhaled sharply as the outdoor breeze tickled my nakedness,
right at around the time I heard him hiss through his teeth. ‘Spread your legs
further, let me see it.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whimpered as I complied, the
anticipation of what he may do driving me crazy.

‘Further,’ he growled. I knew I was completely
exposed from behind now and felt myself quivering with longing. ‘So plush, pink
and swollen and very,
very,
wet,’ he purred. ‘I’m not sure if you’re wet
enough. Play with yourself with your right hand, clit only. Penetration is a
pleasure reserved for me.’

‘Yes … Sir,’ I panted as I snaked my hand down
between the sofa back and my stomach and reached between my legs to find myself
slippery and so swollen. Damn it, I wanted him so badly I was on the verge of
climax already. I began to rub furiously and gasped as I jolted forwards when
his bare hand connected with my backside, the heat and sting radiating out
making my eyes roll, as I bit my lower lip hard.

‘Slower, anticipate your orgasm, imagine how good it’s
going to feel. It’s not a race, we have all night,’ he advised in his low
baritone, husky with lust. The thought that he was standing so close to me just
made my senses even more heightened. ‘Hmmm, Ellie Baxter. I can smell your
arousal, do you have any idea what affect that’s having on my cock and balls
right now?’

‘So fuck me, Sir,’ I begged and squealed as
another smack rained down on my other cheek.

‘Who’s in control here tonight?’

‘You, Sir,’ I nodded, as my fingers slowly circled
my clit and had me jiggle my legs with frustration. I wanted to go hard and
fast, to release this climax that had built up inside me and was ready to burst
out. Waves of tingles were working their way up and down my spine and into my
head and my muscles were tensing up anticipating the sweet release. ‘Uh … ah …
o
God,
’ I cried.

‘Are you close,’ he whispered in my ear.

‘So, so close, Sir,’ I moaned.

‘Excellent. Stop,’ he ordered.

‘What?’ I gasped and cried out as another
seriously sharp smack connected with my already warm bottom.

‘I give an order, you follow it without question,’
he commanded and I gritted my teeth and held back the indignant complaint at
him ceasing my orgasm in its tracks and withdrew my fingers as my pussy
clenched in need. ‘You remember the words to use to signal how you’re feeling?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, clenching my fists to stop
myself from turning and slapping him out of frustration.

‘Repeat them for me.’

‘Yellow is when I’m nearing my limit, Red is when
I need you to stop immediately.’

‘Do you trust me to listen to you if you say
either of those words?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Excellent, but I’m sure you won’t need to use
them. I’m in tune with your body, Ellie. I know what it’s capable of, the
pleasure it can bring you and I’ll never take you further than you’re able, or
willing to go. Now put your hands behind your back for me,’ he ordered.

As soon as I did, I felt something soft circle my
right wrist and held my breath as the smooth material tightened, before it was
repeated on the other side. My wrists were bound together with something that
felt like satin and when I tried to pull them apart, I couldn’t. I took in a
sharp breath as he carefully tied some cold material around my eyes, plunging
me into darkness. Damn it, this was so erotic and hot. I felt more lubrication
building up inside me and slowly working its way out. I was a one woman lube
factory around Dan. I could bottle it and sell it to dried up menopausal women
around the world, along with Dan’s pheromones for the men having trouble
attracting the ladies. I was soon dragged out of my random thoughts and back to
reality when I felt the tip of his finger glide through me, deep in my folds,
working its way down towards my aching clit. I let out a soft moan and heard
him chuckle behind me.

‘It’s not funny, don’t tease me, I need you so
badly,’ I uttered, then quickly added “Sir” to the end before my bottom got any
warmer from the attentions of his palm.

‘You’ll get me when I’m ready and not a minute
before, Miss Baxter. I told you that you’re the one that needs to be ready and
by the feel of you I don’t think you’re quite wet enough.’

‘Seriously?’ I exclaimed, as I turned my head to
look at him in amazement, before remembering I was temporarily blind. I screamed
as he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger firmly and my whole body
shuddered as a wave of painful pleasure spread outwards. ‘
Owwww
,’ I
protested.

‘Seriously, Sir. And you can’t tell me that didn’t
just give you a dose of pure adrenaline and excitement?’

‘I hate you sometimes, Sir,’ I moaned as my clit
throbbed with need.

‘Hate me? Then I’d better untie you and walk
away,’ he sighed.

‘NO,’ I shot back. ‘Stay, stay and get me ready
for you, because I need your large cock inside me so badly, fucking me until I
scream your name as I milk you dry, Sir.’

‘Better,’ he replied and I inhaled sharply, as I
heard the unmistakable sound of his zip opening. Being blind heightened my
other senses, I was breathing to the point of hyperventilation as he bent over
me and bit the back of my neck and I let out a long low groan, as I felt his
bare cock homing in and gliding through my wetness unaided. ‘Christ I’ve never
wanted anyone so badly. What hold do you have over me?’

‘None as I’m currently tied up and at your mercy,
Sir. But I’d happily return the favour and have you tied to the bed and at
mine,’ I replied, which made him laugh. He reached around and slid his hands
into the material of my dress and kneaded my aching breasts, pulling at my
nipples and elongating them. ‘Yes,’ I moaned, as he flexed his hips and his
cock slid through me again, barely grazing my clit before pulling away. He
repeated again and again, until I was sobbing with frustration as he got me
close to release, then ceased all activity until I calmed down and he did it
all over again.

‘I’m so hard for you right now,’ he groaned. I
could tell from his breathing he needed to release, and soon. God, if I wasn’t
right there with him. ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll render you speechless
before I spill myself into you, lick you clean and then let you kneel in front
of me and suck my cock to completion again. If you have anything left after
that, I’d like to make love to you. I want to hear my name pass your lips as
you sob with pleasure, knowing it will never get better than it is with me.’

‘It won’t,’ I cried out. ‘You’re a sexual master.’

‘Master? Hmmm, I quite like that,’ he replied. I
couldn’t see the cocky smile on his face but I could sense it. I screamed as he
suddenly rammed himself to the hilt inside me, jerking the chair across the
wooden floor. I felt his hand wrap around my pony tail and gently yank it back,
lifting my chin towards the ceiling. He set up a steady, even, yet bruising
pace as he grunted and I moaned. His thick shaft left no margin of space between
him and my interior walls, every millimetre of him stimulating me as he thrust
in and out. I came in under a minute, all that teasing all night, then the
spanking and orgasm denial just had me detonate in a deafening multiple orgasm
that soaked the two of us as I quaked below him. ‘Yes,’ he hissed. ‘That’s more
like it, fuck that’s so hot.’