This 10,000+ word work of erotic fiction is intended for adults only and contains several scenes of rough BDSM that will not be to everyone's taste. This includes a brutal spanking, rough sex, breath control and forced orgasms as desperate young woman on a mission reluctantly joins force with a dominant alpha male. You have been warned!
“And Emily?” I think I already knew the answer. I felt ill but I had to ask.
“I owned her. I cared about her and now she is gone.”
He looked distraught, but I didn’t care. There was a fury rising within me. She was a person, not a pawn in some stupid game between idiot men over fuck knows what imagined slight. I ran at him, I don’t know what I planned. Maybe to send him flying into space, plummeting fifty floors to his death. I bounced ineffectively off him. He was a wall and didn’t budge. Instead I began to pummel his chest with my fists swearing and screaming at him as I wept. I put everything into those blows. All the fear and fury and the anger and the sadness that had been bottled up for weeks now. I didn’t care if he was responsible or not. He was a convenient target for my rage. My fists did no damage, he remained unmoved. As I tired I saw he was crying as well. Nothing showy, just a silent trail of tears running down each cheek. I felt the strength go out of me. Did he weep for his assets or companies or stock prices? I doubted he was a man who wept for anything. But he wept for her.
I gave up and collapsed against his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around me and lowered his head, cocooning my naked trembling body protectively. Without thinking I raised my head and kissed him. I still felt the fury within me, but there was a shared grief. I pressed my lips against his, feeling the prickle of stubble against my face. He responded by parting and allowing my desperate searching tongue entrance. Our tongues entwined and danced angrily against one another as I began to pull urgently at his shirt. Buttons popped and went flying as I revealed his broad hairy chest. I assaulted him anew, clawing at his chest as if trying to make some kind of noticeable impact on his person. As my fingers cruelly raked his skin I found tough raised ridges and traced them. Scars. Long cruel scars. Both passion and fury rose. What sort of man was this? What had Emily got mixed up with? What was I getting mixed up in?
With one arm he lifted me effortlessly. Still locked in an urgent kiss I scissored my legs around his waist, the heat of his body against my bare skin as I wantonly ground myself against him. He grunted with need as he carried me back into the dining room. With one arm under my shoulder, holding me across my back he swept the other across the table and sent steel, glass and china flying before pushing me down. I yelped in pain as my ass came in contact with the wood of the table, but it was pain I could ignore. More than that it was pain that I could use. I allowed it to fuel my need as I brought my legs up and my knees back, spreading myself wide in invitation.