Waiting For Forever (Beautiful Surrender, Part Four) (4 page)

“
Here are the terms. You will keep
me informed on all medical information and appointments, and when
the time comes, we will discuss shared custody.” His voice
darkened. “You will refrain from talking to the media about me and
your pregnancy. And you will be cordial and respectful to Melissa.”
His eyes flashed dangerously. “If you ever call her anything other
than her name again-”

“
You’ll what?” Delilah stormed
forward, her eyes tiny slits of fury, her words just as venomous.
“You think you can threaten me? Bark orders at me and I’ll just
follow?” She cut her eyes to me. “Has he shown you his chest full
of his special toys, Melissa? Strapped you to his bed and spanked
you until you howled his name?”

My stomach lurched, the burn of jealousy choking me.
The idea that he was ever with her, that she ever shared the bed
that he and I shared made me sick.

“
She’s your sub,” Delilah spat,
hurling her eyes back to Logan. “She has to obey you like some
animal, not me.” She let out a haughty scoff. “Do you know who I
am?”

“
Do you know who I am?” Logan
countered.

There was a terrifying calm in his voice. A calm that
made Delilah take two more steps toward the exit.

“
You will agree to my terms, or our
future interactions will be through our lawyers.” He walked to the
couch, leaving her flabbergasted and red-faced. “Make your choice,
Delilah.”

She looked at me, then tossed a look his way, then
dropped her eyes to the floor. “I think you know what my choice
is.”

“
Say it,” he said brusquely. “I
want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

When her lips parted, I expected a string of
obscenities to come flying out. Instead, she whispered two
words.

“
You win.”

I shook my head sadly. She still thought this was a
game? Couldn’t she see that she was the only one playing?

She sounded off everything on his
list. “No press, I’ll keep you updated and involved with all the
baby appointments, and I’ll play nice with your…
Melissa
.”

Logan looked right through her. “Good. You can
go.”

Even from several feet away, I could feel anger
radiating from her. She wanted to raze the building to the ground.
She wanted to make us pay. She didn’t follow through with either.
She patted her stomach, threw me a final, silent ‘screw you’, and
stomped toward the elevator.

I waited until it should have dumped her back in the
parking deck before I moved, my brain rushing to catch up with the
rest of me. I knew this was just the first wave of the epic battle
to bring the baby into the world with as little drama as possible,
but I felt optimistic. He sank into the couch, and I dropped onto
the cushion beside him.

“
It’s a good start,
Logan.”

He had a faraway look, the set of his jaw confirming
his doubts. “I doubt she’ll go 48 hours before she goes to the
media, bemoaning that I’m holding my billions hostage unless she
plays nice with my mistress.”

I slid closer, her words still stinging. “I’m pretty
sure she’ll use a different word. Whore, I believe it was?”

He winced. “She really is a good actress. I thought I
saw something in her once. Something misunderstood.” The anger
slowly morphed into sadness and regret. “I don’t think I knew her
at all.”

I could tell her words weighed heavy on him, even
though he’d never admit it. He was too strong. Too stubborn. So I
took a cue from his playbook. “She seems to have your number. Chest
full of toys…I still haven’t experienced the whole bed and whipping
thing though.”

He sized me up, his smirk the best kind of bad. The
right kind of trouble.

“
I don’t think you’re ready for a
spanking. No holds barred.” He stroked my knee and traced my inner
thigh, sending a flutter of desire over me.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

I scooted closer, my voice thick like syrup. It was
as unrecognizable as the woman inside me who was about to beg for
the pain. For the pleasure.

“
It’s okay. I’m giving control over
to you,” I said hoarsely, deciding I was equal parts turned on,
curious, and terrified.

His smile broadened as he leaned in, kissing my
check.

“
Give?” His lips stroked my skin,
making me tremble for him. “I take what I want, Melissa. And right
now, I want you.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Logan

She stood before me. Beautiful. From
the long blonde hair that hung loosely to her waist to the curvy
line of her hips. Her thick ass that was begging for my
hand.

She was a new submissive, mine to mold. To care for.
To dominate. I wanted to do bad things to her. Push her to her
limits. Show her the freedom in surrender. But I needed a moment to
catch my breath. The dark hunger in me just wanted to bend her over
the couch and spank her until her ass was red and her body
shuddered with tears--because she was mine to do with as I pleased.
Pain, pleasure, I decided what she needed. But at the moment, I was
still pushing Delilah from my mind. My anger ripped at my chest.
The barbs of it dug deep and played dirty.

I would never touch Melissa in this space with anger
in my heart. But once I'd exorcised Delilah, all bets were off.

Melissa had come prepared, switching into a Rolling
Stones t-shirt that hugged her in all the right places. Her jeans
clutched her as sexily as any G-string and garter belt would. But I
was never a big fan of lingerie. There was something beautiful
about a woman wearing nothing but her curves.

Melissa's eyes were bright and wide with anticipation
as I strode toward her. I drew my fingertips up and down her arms,
watching the lust dance across her face.

"I think we both know you're wearing entirely too
much clothing. Take it off."

"You're not going to rip it off?" she asked. Not
sarcastically, nor in any combative way.

She wanted me to rip it off.

I circled around and stood behind her, feeling the
heat of her body. The want. I traced the length of her spine ever
so softly. So soft, so gentle, that she glanced at me over her
shoulder, a question in her eyes. Did I touch her at all, or did
she imagine it? When my hand lingered on her ass, she hitched a
breath, anticipating the blow. Craving it.

My cock twitched excitedly as I let out a chuckle.
"There are other ways to punish you, love." I stroked her lower
back, my fingers drawing a slow, teasing circle. My touch was
tender. My voice was not. "Why are you still dressed?"

She scrambled to undress, her jeans
first. In our rush to get out of the office earlier, I'd forgotten
that she was going commando. The sight of her bare ass and the
delicious view of her pussy made my body hum with anticipation. I
had plans for her body, the perfect way for her to
submit.

Finally naked, she turned to face me, crossing her
arms against her breasts. Her cheeks were rosy with nervousness and
arousal. She licked her lips. "What now?"

"Follow me."

We left the main room, bypassing the guest bathroom,
and continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She
gasped as soon as we entered. As badly as I wanted to pull her to
the bed and screw her brains out, I gave her a moment to take in
the view.

If the rest of my studio was defined by the art, the
furnishings, and the top of the line gadgets, my living quarters
were defined by its simplicity. There was a simple platform bed, a
nightstand, and an entire wall of windows stretching from floor to
ceiling. She stood in the glow of the afternoon sun, the San
Francisco city line hugging her beautiful body.

The perfect instrument sprang to mind. I wanted her
spread and as breathless as she was now, staring at the beauty
outside while I stared at something infinitely more so: her hot,
wet pussy.

I went to the bed, pulling out the drawer. The frame
was custom built, the extra storage tailor-made for my needs. To
the average, unaware eye, it was just a drawer for linens and a
blanket. But it had a false bottom. I found the notch that unhinged
the sheet of wood and lifted it, my eyes falling to all manners of
kink. I zeroed in on the small, cylinder-shaped rod with a circular
hook on each end. I placed it, and a pair of cuffs, on the bed.
When I looked back at the window, Melissa was looking back at
me, her lips slightly parted.

"What is that?"

"A spreader bar," I answered smoothly. I picked it
up, wanting, needing her more by the second when I realized she was
tracking it with interest. It was the perfect moment to remind her
who was in charge.

"Turn around."

Her blue eyes narrowed on the bar, then back up at
me, still round with curiosity. Her lips gave me her submission.
"Yes sir."

Cuffs in one hand, spreader bar in
the other, I moved soundlessly toward her. I took my time. I wanted
her to feel every minute, every second. I let her senses heighten
her arousal. The chill of the air as its icy cool fingers stroked
her naked skin. The rush as she tried to gauge where I was and what
came next, her heart thrumming in her ears.

I stopped behind her, my own heart ravaging my chest,
blood storming my veins, engorging my cock as I pressed my body
against hers. She let out the tiniest moan, a deep and vibrating
thing, pushing her ass back against me. Teasing me. The need inside
me wanted to just tear open my fly and thrust inside her. Fuck her
right against the glass. I did neither--there was a beauty in this
ritual, ultimate pleasure found in my dominance and her
submission.

My body growled as I took a step away from her,
propping the spreader against the window, cuff in each hand.

It was time to begin.

I drank in her side profile, a wave of pride
consuming me when she didn't sneak a look at me. I knew she was
dripping wet with curiosity. But she kept her eyes front and
center, just like I'd commanded. She had a need inside of her,
something lying in a secret place that was just waiting for the
right person to unlock the door and set her free. Waiting for
me.

I took a knee beside her, opening the first cuff. "A
spreader bar is a type of bondage equipment designed to keep the
submissive open and accessible to her Dominant." I locked the cuff
around her ankle, then circled around to her left side, wrapping
the second cuff around her other ankle. "First comes the cuffs,
then you’ll spread your legs for me. I'll fasten the spreader to
the cuffs. Your movements will be restricted, your body mine to do
with as I please."

I drew my fingers up her calf as I rose. I traced my
way up her thigh, hand resting on her ass. She swallowed hard,
muscles in her throat gyrating, betraying her nerves.

Being a Dominant wasn't always
stringent rules and spanking. Sometimes it’s anticipating what your
submissive needs and giving it to her. So I silenced the urge to
spank her and instead planted a kiss on her shoulder.

She exhaled, her lips quirking into a smile.

"Spread your legs." I inhaled the warm scent of her
arousal and grabbed the spacer, my cock as hard as the metal in my
hand. I positioned it between her legs, using the notch to find the
appropriate length. I clipped the cuffs onto the ring on each end
and stood back, marveling at her. Spread eagled, hands at her side.
Waiting patiently.

Delilah was quickly coming a dull buzz in the back of
my mind, my heart and body syncing to this moment that I was
sharing with my Melissa. Nothing else mattered.

I peeled off my shirt and unzipped my pants, my cock
forcing its way to freedom. I tossed the clothes aside. Melissa was
still looking out the window, but I saw the muscle twitching at her
temple, her toes clenching, body adjusting to the unnatural
position and her lack of control.

"Look at me."

She turned her head, eyes as gorgeous as the pale
blue sky enveloping me.

I stroked her cheek, smiling when her eyes darted
down to my cock. She licked her lips then caught herself, cheeks
blushing bright red.

"Sorry," she mumbled. My eyes dropped to her lips.
Swollen, quivering, and slightly bruised from all the lip
biting.

There was something missing.

"Technically you didn't disobey me. Eyes face front."
My voice was low and thick with my own desires. I turned my back to
her, returning to the drawer. I picked up the missing piece. "I
wasn't specific. Allow me to be very clear now." I took a step
toward her. "I'm going to make you want to scream my name with my
fingers--then my cock."

She tried to turn and teetered, the spreader bar
keeping her off balance. "Want to scream?"

"This ball gag will muffle most things. 'Red' and
'green' will be discernible." I let my words sink in, having no
doubt that she was ready. As her Dominant, it was my job to push
her limits--but I'd never harm her or ask anything of her that she
was unable to give.

I held the gag, only one question left to be
answered. "Are you ready?"

She looked at the rubber ball, then raised her chin.
"Yes sir." She made a perfect O with her mouth. The rubber ball was
snug and in place as I buckled the strap.

I could no longer wait to touch her. To feel her
juices coating my fingers.

I drew my finger down the seam of her ass, my cock
straining, needing her when I felt how wet she was. She was
drenched, her body licking my finger as I plunged it deep inside
her. She threw her head back, a long, deep moan filtering through
the holes on the gag. As I drove my finger deeper, letting the
sounds of her body fill my ears, fill my body, I built up the
speed, pumping in and out.